AN AMERICAN FOUR-IN-HAND 

 IN BRITAIN. 



Long enough ago to permit us to sing, " For we are 

 boys, merry, merry boys, Merry, merry boys together," 

 and the world lay all before us where to choose, Dod, 

 Vandy, Harry, and I walked through Southern Eng- 

 land with knapsacks on our backs. What pranks we 

 played ! Those were the happy days when we heard 

 the chimes at midnight and laughed Sir Prudence out 

 of countenance. " Dost thou think, because thou art 

 virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale ? " Nay, 

 verily. Sir Gray Beard, and ginger shall be hot i' the 

 mouth too ! Then indeed 



" The sounding cataract 

 Haunted me like a passion ; the tall rock, 

 The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, 

 Their colors and their forms, were then to me 

 An appetite ; a feeling and a love 

 That had no need of a remoter charm, 

 By thought supplied, or any interest 

 Unborrowed from the eye." 



It was during this pedestrian excursion that I an- 

 nounced that some day, when my ** ships came home," 



I 



