'JO Fouj'-in-Hand in Britain. 



that some must fall by the wayside, as it were, as we 

 journeyed on. One who had tried coaching upon this 

 side had informed us that few ladies could stand it ; 

 but it was very evident that the spirits and appetites of 

 ours were entirely satisfactory, and they all laughed at 

 the idea that they could not go on forever. The Queen 

 Dowager was quite as fresh as any. It was a shame 

 that general orders consigned to bed at an early hour 

 two of the ladies thought least robust, while the others 

 walked about the suburbs of Guildford until late. 

 We stood in the thickening twilight in front of an ivy- 

 clad residence for some time, and asked each other 

 if anything so exquisite had ever been seen, so full 

 of rest, of home. The next morning all were fresh 

 and happy, without a trace of fatigue — full of yester- 

 day, and quite sure that no other day could equal it. 

 But this was often said : many and many a day was 

 voted the finest yet, only to be eclipsed in its turn by a 

 later, till at last an effort to name our best day led to 

 twenty selections, and ended in the general conclusion 

 that it was impossible to say which had crowded within 

 its hours the rarest treat, for none had all the finest, 

 neither did any lack something of the best. But there 

 is one point upon which a unanimous verdict can 

 always be had from the Gay Charioteers, that to 

 such days in the mass none but themselves can be 

 their parallel. 



We ran into a book-shop in the morning and obtained 



