ty, or philosophy, or even ladies, we could have got on with him ever so much better; for he really never meant any harm at all. Pity for the pressure he was putting on his

r-babies with everything. Nevertheless she did her utmost to be fair to all of us; and sometimes when her eyes

hatever; not even a single incident in this tale which I am telling you. Everything is exact

roughout, although it turned to Proteus. He had been through every craze and fad,-I beg his pardon,-Liberation of the Age, Enlight

, I turned out this very neat couplet one day, with the indignation that makes verses, whe

ness, such as brothers always use. "This time, even you will find it hard

little difference to him, his ardour of truth being toast and water n

opinions. Puff away; but be well assured that at every p

n that-Pennyroyal, fenugreek, ruta nigra, tin-tacks hydrised, hyos

of inconsistency and self-contradiction. Seeing that he lay in wait

a sensible view of Tobacco. Any very choice cigars in your t

ready for any kind action, when the claims of discovery permitted. And now as we were strolling in the park, and the fine Surrey air had brighten

eighbourhood, and then of the county. I shall offer the advantages to Surrey first. As an old County family, that is our duty. There is some low typhoid in the valleys still. Run and fetch my trunk, George.

lace. "Come quite close," he said very kindly, throwing open the trunk, and then making for the door, while I rashly stooped over his proper

immune from the biggest enterprises of the most active Local Board. You may sit upon the manholes of the best sanitated town

leave off sneezing, almost for a second. And when I had chewed a bit

ympathy-"that this is nothing more than an adaptation of Lundy Foote, Irish blackguard, or Welsh Harp. George, you ar

tempt to repeat what he said would convict me of crankiness equal to his own, and worse-because he could do it, and I cannot. But the point he insisted on most of a

mists, have brought this to the power needful. But this is not a me

ever hear of it, think of it, most of all never smell the like

y preparation. The boxes are perfectly air-tight, made from my own design, very little larger and not much thicker than an old crown-piece. You touch a spring here, and the box flies open. Without that you never would know that it was there. Promise me that you will always carry this, and open it whenever you come to a place where t

d, and in the warmth of the moment, I promised to carry t

I can assure you." He spoke with some gratitude, for he knew how much I h

always rides! But there is something I ought to tell you about that great Stockbroker. I have not told the Governor yet, becaus

nto the thick of humanity, ought to get their minds into an extrem

I am wronging Jackson Stoneman. He is a man of the world, if t

le who despised all the things he cared for. "Love of gold? Love o

most active men in the kingdom. There are very few things th

scorn of humanity that goes with that." Harold, in a lofty

loor him, "you have hit the mark. But our Grace has not a farthing." I very nearly

surprised, though I knew that I had got him

the love of humanity should not stop short of their shoes.

ered very cordially. "But come, this is very strange new

d I think it is better that she should not know.

's occupation, which may be very honourable if he is so himself, what do we know

he stands in the place we have lost through our poverty. That makes it a delicate position for him, especially in hi

ed that my brother Harold could never be brought to see that it was possible for me to do anything even fairly well; unless it

body,-it would be against all human nature for us to take a kind or even candid view of our successor's doings. And as for his station in life, as you might call it, you must live entirely out of the world, even in the heart of London, not to know that he is placed far above

must not suppose that his money will buy Grace. If ever there was a girl who tried to think for herself and sometimes succeeded, probably it is our G

d; and she always said that she liked me best, whenever I put that question to her; not only to make up for mother's preferences in the wrong direction, but also because she could underst

will prove that he is worthy of it. For she is uncommonly hard to please. And she never seems to care about understanding me; perhaps because she knows it would be hopeless. I want to go on to Godalming to-morrow. There w

b will always oblige me if he can. But you won't take away y

p a Local Board. I shall leave a score of Hygioptarmic boxes in your charge. The rest are meant for places where the authori

irring up of my dull ideas, it so happened that I did not want him now, when so many things had to be considered, in which none of hi

with his trunk beneath his feet, my mother seemed incli

hat this age is becoming so selfish, so wedded to all the smaller principles of action, so incapable of taking a large view of anything. But Harold, my Harold"-no words of the requisite goodness and greatness occurred to my dear mother, and so she resorted to her handkerchief. "

," I said. "Not even with one of his Hygioptarmic boxes tied beneath

y things without money, and (which is even harder still) to sell them when nobody wanted them? Who toiled like a horse, and much longer than a horse-however, I never cared to speak up for myself. As a general rule, I would rather not be praised. And as for being thanked, it is pleasa