One of Our Conquerors, v1

s of stilly depths; and their worthy comrade, despite the wanton sparkles, for the promoting of the state of reverential wonderment in rapture, which an ancient wine will lead to, well you wot

ings unite. There should be somewhere legends of him and the wine- flask. There must be meanings to that effect in the Mythology, awaiting unravelment. For the subject opens to deeper than cellars, and is a tree with vast ramifications of the roots and the spreading growth, whereon half if not all the mythic Gods, Inferior and Superior, Infernal and Celestial, might be shown sitting in concord, performing in concert, harmoniously receiving sacrificial offerings of the black or t

r an obligation to hunt the meaning, in tolerance of some dithyrambic inebriety of narration (quiverings of the reverent pen) when we find ourselves entering the circle of a mo

that for the glass, this for the widow-branded bottle: not as poets hymning; it was done in the City manner, briefly, part pensively

g permeation of us, insists

tely restored, eyeing his half-empt

Fenellan sh

dozen do

of that. And wh

et me have another doze

er discovery in their cellar, un

making the price prohibi

ght always to know it for the want of replenishment when such a man as he went quaking. His latest experiences of himself were incredible; but they passed, as the dimples of the stre

ng after breakfast, she plants herself in the middle of the room, and strikes her attitude for song, and positively, almost with the Sanfredini's voice- illusion of it, you know,-trills us out more than I could have believed credible to be recollected by a child. But I've told you the story. We called her Fredi from that day. I sent the diva, with excuses and compliments, a nuptial present-necklace, Roma

rulity of Old Veuve, and for the damsel. Chatter on

to his office. He was now fully himself, benevolent, combative, gay, alert for amusement or the probe

aw my first lemon butterfly in a dell of sunshine, out of the wind, and had half a mind to catch it for Fredi,-and should have caught it myself, if I had! The truth is, we three are country born and bred; we pine in London. Good for a season; you know my old feeling. They are to learn the secret of Lakelands to-morrow. It 's great fun; they

with you,' Mr. Fenellan said; and he mused on

do

o bursting at

it from

it from Palmieri

olney an i

telling an erupti

en them subside

eal the one hateful topic; and this being seen, it waxed to such inc

said Mr.

al was u

ehouse they want to mount double guard on. Your idea of the fir

ty if all my direct

im to talk of an Insurance Office Investment. Where it is all bog and mist, as in the City to-day, the maxim is, not to take a step, they agreed. Whether it was attributable to an unconsumed glut of the markets, or appr

journals go on making use of them, in the shape of sham hawks overhead, we shall pay for their on

g the taxpayer and rousing Parliament. Dr. Schlesien's right: we go on believing that our God Neptune will do everything for us, and won't see that Steam has paralyzed his Trident: goo

d showing the usual deficiency in external features; it's an individualism of all of a pattern, as when a mob cuts its lucky, each fellow his own way. We

pproved. 'No co

your blood, in the form of an army landed

my and navy under a contract, at two-thirds of the present cost. We

a flutter of laughter at the unobtrusive

ropped

; we are there for country air; we don't court neighbours at all-perhaps the elect; it will depend on Nataly's wishes. We can accommodate our Concert-set, and about thirty or forty more, for as long as they like. You see, that was my intention-to be indepe

in opposition to them, after the critical fashion of intimates who know as well

hat reminded; and Mr. Radnor

t of trifles, and to be expected: I thought you ought to know it:-an interview with

name; we're talking like a pair of

Mrs. Burman has heard

e at Lak

to stony as their vision ran along th

able, and thumped with knuckles. 'I make my stan

utler o

London kills Nataly as well as Fredi-and me: that is-I can use the words to you-I get back to primal innocence in the country. We all three have the feeling. You're a man to understand. My beasts, and the wild flowers, hedge-banks, and stars. Fredi's poetess will tell you. Quiet waters reflecting. I should feel it in Paris as well, though they have nightingales in their Bois. It's the rustic I want to bathe me; and I had the feeling at school, biting at Horace. W

in a pause, 'Punctilio,

here,' he struck his breast. 'But she can shoot and hit another through me. Ah, the witch!-poor wretch! poor soul! Only, she's

devil himself,"' Mr. Fenellan supplied the phrase. 'Only, the moment old Colney moralize

lan, I don't

ut it's tru

e it for yo

om the biggest of 'em.' He pointed

pproach of a lean small figure, that in about the time of a st