36 Four-in-Ha7id in Britain. 



He had felt this often, had the Baihe ; his nephew had 

 only now and then been near enough to imagine the 

 rest. 



The happiness of giving happiness is far sweeter than 

 the pleasure direct, and I recall no moments of my life 

 in which the rarer pleasure seemed to suffuse my whole 

 heart as when I stood at Brighton and saw my friends 

 take their places that memorable morning. In this 

 variable, fantastic climate of Britain the weather is ever 

 a source of solicitude. What must it have been to me, 

 when a good start was all important! I remember I 

 awoke early in the morning and wondered whether 

 it was sunny or rainy. If a clear day could have been 

 purchased, it would have been obtained at almost any 

 outlay. I could easily tell our fate by raising the win- 

 dow-blind, but I philosophically decided that it was 

 best to lie still and take what heaven might choose 

 to send us. I should know soon enough. If rain it 

 was, I could not help it ; if fair, it was glorious. But 

 let me give one suggestion to those who in England 

 are impious enough to ask heaven to change its plans : 

 don't ask for dry weather ; always resort to that last 

 extremity when it is " a drizzle-drozzle " you wish. 

 Your supplications are so much more likely to be an- 

 swered, you know. 



There never was a lovelier morning in England 

 than that which greeted me when I pulled up the 

 heavy Venetian blind and gazed on the rippling sea 



