Once Aboard The Lugger

darling cat, the Rose of Sharon, is sleeping on his lap; stiffl

ome knowledge of the first we shall meet. We feel more at home; do not rush upon subjects which are distasteful to that person, or of which he is ignorant; absorb something of the atmosphe

encircles Herons' Holt, his residence; with Paltley Hill society rarely mixes. The vicar, with something of a frown, might tell us that to his divers parochial subscription lists Mr. Marrapit has consistently, and churlishly, refused to giv

nnered as we are, servants' gossip concerning one in our own station of life is naturally distasteful to us. At the same time it is essential to our ease on being introduced that we should kn

tten down; we shall know

into the kitchens, the cottages, and the ba

rtable presence is welcomed on Sunday and Thursday afternoons. She believes, however, that

lliam Wyvern's allusion to the min

heir ardent young men have thrust them-it is their habit, thus placed, to excuse themselves from indelicate embrace

r. Mr. Fletcher, for example, has lugubriously shown what has to be put up with when in the service of a man who had every inch of the grounds searched because a threepenny bit

to Fletcher, whose pleasure it is to set on end the touzled hair of the yout

nt," Frederi

rrapit; it is wholesome to be away from such tattling, and