Moreover, I wish distinctly to make known, for dear “domestic” sake, that so far from our lovers’ happiness having been consummated (that is, finished) in the honey-moon—­it was only then begun.  How long they are to live thus happily together, Heaven, who wills all things good, alone can tell; I wish them three score years.  Little ones, I hear, arrive annually—­to the unqualified joy, not merely of papa and mamma, but also of our communicative old general, his friend the G.C.B., and (all but most of any) the Laird of Glenmuir and Glenmurdock, whose heart has been entirely rejoiced by Charles Tracy having added to his name, and to his children’s names, that of Stuart.

Mr. and Mrs. Tracy Stuart are often at Glenmuir; but oftener at Burleigh, where the general, I fancy, still resides.  He protests that he never will keep a secret again:  long may he live to say so!

END OF THE TWINS.