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on and wait for us at the top of the next hill." " But 

 wait, ladies, let us all put our flowers inside and arrange 

 them when we stop for luncheon." 



It is a superb morning, the hedge-rows prettier than 

 ever ; the larks are rising ; now and then a hare darts 

 across the road in advance. The whirr of the partridge 

 or pheasant stirs the sportsman's blood, and upon every 

 tree some feathered songster pours forth his song. 

 Faust need not have sold himself to the devil for youth, 

 after all. We find it here in this glorious gypsy life. 



Upon remounting the coach after an hour's frolic in 

 the lane, some one wanted the reciter to repeat the 

 verse which had caused the stop, but he said there 

 was a second verse which also had its moral, and, if 

 permitted, he would give this instead. Agreed to, 

 provided he would give the ladies a copy of both verses 

 for their books — one copy for the lot, and this each 

 would copy for herself. His terms, however, were that 



he should repeat it alone to Miss and teach it to 



her (sly dog), and she could make the copies. He then 

 gave us the second verse : 



" If those who've wronged us own their faults 



And kindly pity pray, 

 When shall we listen and forgive ? 



To-day, my love, to-day. 

 But if stern justice urge rebuke 



And warmth from memory borrow, 

 "When shall we chide, if chide we must ? 



To-morrow, love, to-morrow." 



