no Four-in-Hand in Britain. 



work of miserable kings, and from women who were 

 even worse than their lords. It seems hastening to an 

 end in a manner strictly in accordance with its birth. 

 Even Englishmen will soon become satisfied that no 

 man should be born to honors, but that these should be 

 reserved for those who merit them. But what kind of 

 fruit could be expected from the tree of privilege ? Its 

 roots lie in injustice, and not the least of its evils are 

 those inflicted upon such as are born under its shadow. 

 The young peer who succeeds in making somebody of 

 himself does so in spite of a vicious system, and is en- 

 titled to infinite praise ; but though our race is slow to 

 learn, the people hear a wee bird singing these stirring 

 days, and they begin to like the song. The days of 

 rank are numbered. 



Banbury, June 22. 

 Banbury Cross was reached about five o'clock, and 

 few of us were so far away in years or feeling from the 

 days of childhood as not to remember the nursery 

 rhyme which was repeated as we came in sight of the 

 famous Cross. We expected to see a time-worn relic of 

 days long past, and I verily believe that some of us 

 hoped for a glimpse of the old lady on the white horse, 

 with " rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes." Im- 

 agine our disappointment, then, when we saw an elabo- 

 rate Gothic structure, looking as new and modern as if 

 it had received its finishing touches but yesterday. And 



