many an old friend on his return to his native country; but then he sees
them still in their representatives, and loves them again in their
children. Mr. Beaumont looked at me at that instant, so like his
father--he is the image of what my friend was, when I first knew him."

"I am rejoiced you see the likeness," said Mrs. Beaumont. "Amelia, my
dear, pour out the coffee."

"And Miss Beaumont, too, has just his expression of countenance, which
surprises me more, in her delicate features. Upon my word, I have reason
to be proud of my god-daughter, as far as appearances go; and with
English women, appearances, fair as they may be, seldom are even so good
as the truth. There's her father's smile again for me--young lady, if
that smile deceives, there's no truth in woman."

"Do not you find our coffee here very bad, compared with what you have
been used to abroad?" said Mrs. Beaumont.

"I do rejoice to find myself here quiet in the country," continued Mr.
Palmer, without hearing the lady's question; "nothing after all like a
good old English family, where every thing speaks plenty and
hospitality, without waste or ostentation; and where you are received
with a hearty welcome, without compliments; and let do just as you
please, without form, and without being persecuted by politeness."

This was the image of an English country family impressed early upon the
good old gentleman's imagination, which had remained there fresh and
unchanged since the days of his youth; and he now took it for granted
that he should see it realized in the family of his late friend.