1 1 6 Four-in-Hand in Britain. 



Well, such a hater, with a well-bred sneer, 



(He took good care that all the room could hear) : 



Said, ' Dawdle asked me. Brown, if I could tell 



What are your shield, your arms, your motto ? ' Well, 



Brown winced, grew red, looked puzzled for a while, 



Then answered gayly with a pleasant smile, 



' My shield is or, sir, and the arms I bear. 



Three mushrooms rampant.' — Motto, ' Here we are.'" 



There are many similar good things in the book, 

 so I venture to point it out to the enterprising publish- 

 ers of America as something worthy of — ''conveying." 



There is much discussion this morning as to the best 

 route to take, there is so much to tempt us on either of 

 several ways. Shall we go by Compton Verney (there 

 is a pretty English name for you), Wellesbourn, and 

 Hastings? or shall we take our way through Broughton 

 Castle, Tadmarton, Scoalcliffe, Compton Wynyate, and 

 Oxhill? In one way Wroxton Abbey, one of the real 

 genuine baronial abbeys, if one may say so, and Edge- 

 hill. Surely no good Republican would miss that ! 

 But on the other route we shall see the stronghold of 

 Lord Saye and Sele, older yet than Wroxton, and 

 Compton Wynyate, older and finer than all — " a noble 

 wreck in ruinous perfection," and a third route still 

 finer than either as far as scenery is concerned. Such 

 is this treasure house, this crowded grand old England, 

 whose every mile boasts such attractions to win our 

 love. 



