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abroad and at home forms a considerable episode to this precious “History of our own Times." All this is as plain and true as the sun at noon. Cut up and commented on in some of our papers every day in the week with as mueh coolness as if they were talking of the government of the moon! I rave- —what have I to do with affairs of state, an obscure individual of whom nothing is asked or expected but to pay his taxes at home, and thank God things are no worse? I am now far away on the blue ocean. Sharks and dolphins dream not of man's grievances, nor fret themselves about administrative incapacities. The weather is fine. It is Sunday, and we have divine service for the first time. Most of us attend, and thank God for his mercies so far. The sermon is to the purpose whether our minds are or not. We drink champagne with each other afterwards at the captain's end of the table. The ship pitches, but not much, and we have run two hundred and twenty-six miles in the last twenty-five hours. Our arrival is predicted to an hour, and several sail
A fine pilot New York schooner ran close to us. We are a hundred leagues east of New York, but leave him behind us with difficulty, for these craft sail like the wind! The engines have only been stopped twice or three times the whole way over for about twenty minutes each time. The passengers begin to look after their chests and portmanteaus. The Custom-house searchers are spoken of as very mild.
We have a fine fair wind. All the world is on the qui vive, dressed smartly, and smiling. At nine o'clock we see the highland of Never-Sink, not at all high ; and by twelve we pass the lighthouses on Sandy Hook, with the Jersey white, sandy, low shore, and then bear away for the “ Narrows,” between Staten Island and Tony Island, where three-tier batteries, built of brick, command the pass.
One is particularly struck with the numerous pretty white villas and cottages ornée on both islands. On Staten Isle, about the quarantine station, where the health officer comes on board. This is a large village, increased a hundredfold since I last saw it twenty years ago. Here, on both sides, the opulent citizens of New York have their country-houses. Some of our writers have described the luxurious lives they lead in these rural retreats.
Inside Sandy Hook, and over the whole face of the bay, may now be seen innumerable small craft, tug-steamers, passage-steamers, ships home and outward bound in vast variety and profusion. It is this which makes the approach to New York so wonderful to quiet Europeans. If in England, from Sheerness to London Bridge, our Thames is full, lively, busy, beyond, far beyond all the European world; here we find ourselves outdone. As we approach nearer and nearer to the city, the forests of masts on both sides, in the Hudson and East rivers, are astonishing. On the North, or Hudson river side, it is a forest of steam funnels. About one o'clock, we hauled into slip," and made an addition to this vast number. Setting aside the innumerable steamers out and in, the beauty and size of the ships themselves is admirable. Our own fail in the comparison.
We have some fine Indiamen, but, speaking generally, I am sorry to remark the Americans surpass us. To say nothing of their unfettered and indomitable activity, they will make two voyages to our one. They outsail us as the clipper yacht America, whose captain now piloted us in, did our club at Cowes the other day. Here terminates my sea-going adventure, pour distraire, and it partially answers my expectations.
YOUNG TOM HALL'S HEART-ACHES AND HORSES.
ALTHOUGH the coast seemed clear as Lord Heartycheer hurried our fair lady along, yet was every nook and point of observation occupied by curious
eyes, all bent on seeing what the new favourite was like. “ 'Deed !” sneered pretty Mary Smith, the stillroom-maid, with a haughty toss of her neatly braided head ; “ I'm sure she's nothin' to make a song about.”
“ Fine feathers make fine birds,” remarked Jane Softley, the third housemaid, to Roger Plush, the second footman.
“Well, she's a contrast to the empress, any how !" exclaimed fat Bridget Brown, the head laundry-maid, to Mr. Smoothstep, the groom of the chamber.
“ The tanner's wife's worth ten of her,” rejoined the polite Smoothstep, thereby conveying an indirect compliment to Bridget, who was as plump, if not as pretty, as the empress.
When, however, his lordship with the fair object of these remarks appeared on the top of the massive Alight of stone steps leading down into the spacious, heavily battlemented court-yard, symptoms of animation were apparent, and Mr. Spurrier, the bareheaded stud-groom, instantly emerged from a stable, leading the beautiful Lady Jane in his hand, and had her sideways at the bottom of the steps as Angelena reached them.
“ Stand by her head," said his lordship" stand by her head," repeated he, adding, “I'll put the lady on,” stooping to take her foot as
Angelena lifted her habit becomingly, and raising her taper foot, his lordship vaulted her into the saddle as light as a cork.
“That's capital !" exclaimed he, now standing erect, and looking her over as she flounced about adjusting her habit comfortably in the soft saddle--" that's capital!" repeated he, now helping her to smooth it. “She'll carry you like a bird; and now,
way, my horse, and we'll be off.”
So saying, his lordship led the way through the coach-house courtyard into the one beyond, where there was an instantaneous burst of red coats—Dicky Dyke emerging from one stable, Billy Brick from another, Samrom a third, and Mr. Paxton, the scarlet-coated, but now gaitered, second horseman, from a fourth. Quick as thought they were in their saddles, and, at a nod from his lordship, were trotting under the inassive archway into the open of the country beyond. The purplecoated feeder stood with the kennel-door in his hand, and, at a signal from Dicky, the glad pack came chiding and gambolling over
Gently!" exclaimed Dicky; “gently!” repeated he, shaking his head at the mirthful ones, as much as to say “Don't make a noise, we're out on the sly to-day.”
Billy then reined in his horse, and, preceded by Brick, trotted gaily along at that pleasant post-boy pace so familiar to fox-hunters. His
lordship and Angelena followed at a convenient distance, his lordship riding a splendid three-hundred-guinea grey, that had not been out for a week. As soon as he got him settled on his bit, he sidled up to the lady, and opened a profuse battery of compliments upon her: “ Well, now, she did look lovely!--never saw her look so well. Her brown Gariabaldi was so becoming—the colour matched her beautiful hair so nicely. The new feather, too, was charming—the very poetry of a feather! Never saw a habit fit so nicely-set off her bust and figure to such advantage. Liked to see a lady got up with taste-neatly-fitting gloves, nice chemisettes, and tasty kerchiefs,his lordship eyeing Angelena's delicate pink-and-white one secured with the well-known diamond pin. So they proceeded through the park, pleased with themselves and each other. The day was still gloriously fine, though the dancing sunbeams and water-marked sun, occasionally gave him “pause," and make him wish he had brought out Paxton, with his macintosh or great coat. However, one always hopes the best; always trusts that this day will be the exception to the rule ; nor, so long as the bright sunshine lasts, will we believe that so much splendour can be suddenly changed into murky melancholiness.
So thought his lordship as he now proceeded silently along, varying his inward admiration of Angelena with congratulations at his sagacity in sending the dry things to Mrs. Easylove's, and speculations on the probable result of the adventure. Angelena, who was equal to any quantity of compliments, and not knowing how long the opportunity might last, aroused his lordship from his reverie by exclaiming,
What a lovely tile! What a lovely tile !” repeated she, his lordship evidently not catching the first shot.
« Ah! ah, yes-à Lincoln and Bennett," replied his lordship, uncovering his old frosty prow— “a Lincoln and Bennett-capital tilemakers they are-have dealt with them for many years,” added he, putting it on again.
“ No, it was the horse's tile I was admiring,” laughed Angelena.
“Oh! ah, yes—the horse's tail,” rejoined his lordship, now better comprehending her dialect—"oh! ah, yes, he has a very beautiful taila very beautiful tail; so has yours-so has yours-carries it well, toocarries it well, too-carry you well, I hope--carry you well, I hope.”
His lordship then got up the steam of his compliments again, and proceeded to praise her as if he had never seen her before, all of which Angelena received with the most enjoyable composure and delight. She would have backed herself at ten to one to be a countess. What a dasher she would be, she thought.
It was not until his lordship heard the key again turn in the lock of the private door in the park wall that he was quite at his ease with regard to the start. He feared the pursuit of old furs, and doubted that Jug was enough of a diplomatist to keep the old catamaran quiet. Now, however, that he was clear of the premises, and about to dive into the bush of the country, he commenced bantering Angelena on her boldness, wondering what mamma would think, and hoping she wouldn't whip her when she got back. Angelena, on her part, was all giggle and eyes, anxious to fascinate-hardly knowing what to be doing. So they Dec.-VOL. XCVI. NO. CCCLXXXIV.
chatted and chirped along the bridle-road through Mr. Dockenhead's fields, turning short to the left at the village of Barnton to avoid passing Mr. Cloverfog's farm at Fodderington.
The hounds having now arrived on the long strip of grass below the banks of Choplaw Wood, Billy Brick looking inquiringły round on Dicky Dyke, who in turn looked round at his lordship, when a nod from the peer sent Billy scuttling one way, Sam another, while the hounds made the old rotten fence crash with their weight as they dashed into cover at the wave of Dicky's hand.
“Y-o-o-i over, good dogs! Y-o-o-i y-o-ver, and wind him!” cheered he, with a slight crack of his whip, when, getting his horse by the head, he put him at the well-accustomed gap in the fence, and presently commenced his exhortations in cover.
My lord and my lady kept on the grassy strip outside, my lord thinking about timing it cleverly for Mrs. Easy love's, and the lady thinking of his lordship instead of the hounds.
As the latter spread the cover, each following his own line, it suddenly occurred to Dicky that he had forgotten to tell the lad where to begin the drag; and, again, that if they should chance to put up a fox, neither of the whips had orders to stop the hounds. As he was riding, "yoicksing” and meditating what he should do in such an emergency, the whole pack suddenly burst forth in full cry; and while Dicky sat listening with his hand in the air, hoping the best, fearing the worst, their short running, quick turning, and increased music left no doubt on his mind that they were on a fox, and that, too, with a burning scent. Whipping out his horn, he got his horse by the head, and shot up a ride, in hopes of heading and stopping them in cover.
“ Hark !” exclaimed his lordship, breaking off in the middle of an eulogium on Angelena's figure; “that sounds
like a fox. Hark!" again exclaimed he, holding up his hand. “A fox for a hundred !" added he.
“No doubt," replied Angelena, reining in her horse, and depositing her lace-fringed kerchief in the saddle-pocket.
“ A fox for a thousand! a fox for five-and-twenty hundred !" continued his lordship, listening ; “follow me!" added he, 'now clapping spurs to the grey, and hustling him
the ride as hard as ever he could lay legs to the ground.
When his lordship got to the top of the wood he heard Billy's cheery “Holloa, away,” followed by a shrill “tweet, tweet, tweet” of a horn, that he knew proceeded from Billy's.
“Hang it, there must be some mistake,” muttered his lordship, opening the bridle-gate out of cover- “there must be some mistake,” repeated he, settling in his saddle for action, and looking about for Dicky.
Meanwhile, the hounds were racing away some three fields ahead, with none but Brick near hand.
“ Well,” said his lordship, dropping his elbows and settling for action, “ needs must when a certain old gentleman drives, but I'm hanged if I know what he means."
“We are in for another Silverspring Firs day, I think!" exclaimed Angelena, now touching her mare gently with the whip to make her keep pace with his lordship.
“ I'll bet you a kiss old Dick’s made a mess of it,” replied his lordship, smiling.
“How so ?" asked Angelena, feeling if her habit was all right behind.
* You'll see," replied his lordship, knowingly, as he gathered his horse to ride at a fence.
Over he went, with Angelena close upon him.
“A little more room, or I'll have to whip you myself !” exclaimed his lordship, who thought Angelena was a top of him.
“Beg pardon !" replied the lady, who felt she couldn't afford to kill the old cock who was to make her a countess.
His lordship then rose in his stirrups, and shot up a long strip of sound turf as if on a race-course. Still he gained nothing on the hounds.
“ They're racing for Dusterton Woods-racing for Dusterton Woods !" exclaimed his lordship, divided between joy at the prospect of a spinner, and vexation at the apparent miscarriage of his project. “Hang it, never mind,” thought he, “ I have her with me at all events." So saying, he reined in his horse, and made him break a high wattled fence on a bank, in order that Angelena might get over without difficulty,
“Oh, don't do that!” exclaimed she; adding, “I like leaping !"
“Do you, my darling," replied his lordship; adding, "you're the girl for my money."
They then went spluttering across a field of swede turnips together.
“ Yonder he goes ?” now cried his eagle-eyed lordship, taking off his tile; and some two fields ahead Billy Brick was sailing away, cheering and capping on the hounds, perfectly regardless of the great bullfinches that came in his way. Over he went, as if they were nothing. “ I'll bet you a kiss he kills him," said his lordship, looking significantly at Angelena. “ I'll bet you two kisses he kills him," continued he, increasing in energy.
“I'll bet you a pair of gloves," simpered Angelena, prettily.
“ Hang gloves !” exclaimed his lordship, “let's have something more substantial.”
“ I'm sure gloves are more substantial than kisses,” rejoined the now laughing lady.
“Ah, but gloves are to be got anywhere; kisses are not so common.”
“You're a naughty man, and I must leave you," replied Angelena, pretending to turn her horse away from his lordship.
“Nonsense!” exclaimed the old peer. “ See how they're running," added he, pointing with his whip to the pack, now straining up the rising ground of Furrowflat Hill. “And yonder goes the fox !" continued he, now taking off his hat as he again viewed. the varmint rounding the top of the rising ground. “ For-rard!-for-rard!” screamed he, hustling his horse, and riding like a boy.
They were soon on the spot, where his lordship viewed the fox, Angelena handling and riding her horse most beautifully. But hold, a check! The Sheepcome and Delemere cross-roads intervene, and the fox has been chased by a cur. The eager hounds spread like a rocket for the scent, and Billy Brick, with up-raised hand and anxious eye, sits transfixed on his now smoking chestnut. Lord Heartycheer and our fair friend pass over a gap at the corner of a clover ley, and pull up a little short of