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my visage and intention by the following dutiful reply to the family peches, addressed more particularly to my father:-" Very well, sir, when am I to be off?"

- The day after to-morrow, my dear boy, if that jumps with your hamour, my dear boy," he repeated with glistening eyes, giving my hand at the same time an affectionate squeeze in the delight of this unlooked-for assent.

-Very fine," quoth I to myself; and aloud-" Shall I make Maher my avant-courier, sir?"

"Certainly, certainly," replied my father, although he was far from seeing the necessity.

Here Uncle Tom signalised himself by thrusting into my hand a cheque for a hundred pounds.

At the specified time we reached that delicious part of Charnwood Forest inhabited by the Turvilles. "Is not this a blessed retreat for your latter days, you lucky dog?" remarked Uncle Tom as we drove through the lodge-gates.

"A well-chosen spot for a week's hunting," was my temperate answer as we traversed a heathy wilderness. Our host was a totally different creature from that I had supposed my uncle's fidus Achates. For the picture drawn by my imagination of a humorist like himself, I had to substitute that of a quick man of the world, of constitutional essiness of access and temper, somewhat restrained by a strong leaven of family pride. For this the best judges gave him carte-blanche (his ancestor in direct line having come in with the Conqueror). The term old family always delights me (as though a rich and long-titled family were older than that of the most obscure individual in this work-o'-day world). It is the darling sin of pitiful human nature to value gifts extraneous of merit beyond others. We are uplifted above our fellow-creatures for that our predecessor sacked a castle, butchered a generation, and divided the profit therefrom between himself and suzerain or an usurer's money-bags purchase half a county, and lo, his son's son is a prince! There is another guess sort of gentility-genius be praised for its definition

"Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and spirit

Do give thee five-fold blazen."

The lady of Beaulieu Turville was endowed with as much pride, and lacked the good temper of her husband; their family consisted of two daughters, co-heiresses--the elder was plain, unaffected, pleasing, and about to be married; the younger, infinitely better-looking, was a bold, dashing, lively sort of a girl, whose discourse stopped short of the masculine, in that she had not adopted the then prevailing fashion of oaths. The unsophisticated maiden of Uncle Tom's panegyrie was, in fact, a true growth of the soil, an inbred and thorough sportswoman, who knew as much of the stable, and as little of domestic affairs, as her father's groom. She also evinced a shrewd sense of her own importance as an heiress by that decis

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spectable dressing-room adjoining a sleeping closet, which was furnished with a full-sized Psyche glass. The reflection gave me at the completion of my toilet a very adequate representation of a fop, although, according to Stultz, whose mortal remains now repose amid orange groves, I should have past as the epitome of a well-dressed man. My nether supporters were endued into tight-fitting Genoa velvet trowsers, which sloped over the thinnest Morocco boots ever worn out of Spain. A cambric of gossamer texture adorned my neck, relieved by a large single emerald, that scintillated on its snow like the rays of the planet Jupiter on a silver sea. The delicate grey of my waistcoat was shaded with a still more delicate blossom colour to heighten my complexion; a hair chain of elaborate workmanship held a crystal in a rim of the purest jet. My gloves were a marvel of a fit. In short I looked and moved that now obsolete thing-a dandy. I found that my uncle was confined to his chamber by certain twinges, precursors of a fit of the gout. I looked in on him as I descended, and found that he laid my elaborate toilet to the account of a strong wish to please. A large party was assembled in the drawing-room; it consisted principally of that species who finished a morning's hunt, at that most hunting of all eras, by an evening's carouse. I found ample time during dinner to admire the sporting enthusiasm of my lady-love, and to lay the foundation of successful aversion on her side.

"We shall have a capital field to-morrow," was her first remark, as I sat by her side absently sipping my soupe aux épinards. "Field!" I repeated innocently, "what-where-a review, or battle field?"

"Nonsense. I mean that the best meet of the year is expected tomorrow."

"Oh-h I beg pardon. I have given up hunting. It involves early rising; a sin I never commit. The glare of the morning sun is too much for my eyes."

"What do you do in town?" she asked; "you must ride, drive, or something of the sort."

"I ride in the Ring in Hyde Park when the weather permits, which means perhaps six days in the year. I did drive once, and have had a disabled finger ever since, although I protected myself with four pairs of gloves."

Here some one across the table asked to take wine with me; and having remarked that Miss Mary patronised both beer and wine, I put but a small quantity of Sauterne in my glass, which I just sipped in acknowledgment, and then caused it to be filled up with water, giving my fair neighbour the benefit of an aside

"The fact is, the custom of taking anything potent at a table where ladies are present is a barbarous one. Don't you agree with me?" "Perhaps I should if I had your delicate nerves," she replied with a haughty smile.

"Not that wine flushes me more than other men if I do not exceed my two glasses," I continued, quite unmoved by her sarcasm. Here the general conversation turned upon the beauty and variety of the walks around the Park. Excursions were talked of to Quorndon, Beaumanor, Roecliff, &c.

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