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sented with a left article. The eleventh commandment 

 is, not to be found out. 



With these general observations we shall not " leave 

 the subject with you," but, retracing our steps to the 

 hills overlooking Brighton, we shall mount the coach 

 waiting there for us at the King's Cross Inn ; for you 

 remember we dismounted there while the horses were 

 watered for the first time. Ten miles of bewildering 

 pleasure had brought us here ; some of us pushed for- 

 ward and had our first stroll, but we scattered in a 

 minute, for who could resist the flowers which tempted 

 us at every step ! The roses were just in season ; the 

 honeysuckle, ragged robin, meadow sweet, wandering 

 willie, and who can tell how many others whose familiar 

 names are household words. What bouquets we gath- 

 ered, what exclamations of delight were heard as one 

 mass of beauty after another burst upon our sight! We 

 began to realize that Paradise lay before us, began to 

 know that we had discovered the rarest plan upon earth 

 for pleasure ; as for duty that was not within our hori- 

 zon. We scarcely knew there was work to do. An 

 echo of a moan from the weary world we had cast be- 

 hind was not heard. Divinest melancholy was out of 

 favor; II Penseroso was discarded for the time, and 

 L'Allegro, the happier goddess, crowned, bringing in 

 her train — 



" Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, 

 And Laughter, holding both his sides; 



