others. Lady Catherine, it is true, began with a silly history of her
hereditary antipathy for pickled cucumbers; and she was rather tiresome
in tracing the genealogy of this antipathy through several generations of
her ancestry; but Dr. Campbell said "that he had heard, from an ingenious
gentleman of her ladyship's family, that her ladyship's grandfather, and
several of his friends, nearly lost their lives by pickled cucumbers;"
and thence the doctor took occasion to relate several curious
circumstances concerning the effects of different poisons.

Dr. Campbell, who plainly saw both the defects and the excellent
qualities of his young ward, hoped that, by playful raillery, and by
well-timed reasoning, he might mix a sufficient portion of good sense
with Forester's enthusiasm, might induce him gradually to sympathize in
the pleasures of cultivated society, and might convince him that virtue
is not confined to any particular class of men; that education, in the
enlarged sense of the word, creates the difference between individuals
more than riches or poverty. He foresaw that Forester would form a
friendship with his son, and that this attachment would cure him of his
prejudices against _gentlemen_, and would prevent him from indulging his
taste for vulgar company. Henry Campbell had more useful energy, though
less apparent enthusiasm, than his new companion: he was always employed;
he was really independent, because he had learned how to support himself
either by the labours of his head or of his hands; but his independence
did not render him unsociable; he was always ready to sympathize with the
pleasures of his friends, and therefore he was beloved: following his
father's example, he did all the good in his power to those who were in
distress; but he did not imagine that he could reform every abuse in
society, or that he could instantly new-model the universe. Forester
became, in a few days, fond of conversing, or rather of holding long
arguments, with Henry; but his dislike to the young laird, Archibald