3i6 Fotir-in-Hand in Britain. 



ladies. " I thought he was so fearfully deep. His 

 books sound so very learned and abstruse, I have only 

 read his work on * Education' ; that was splendid, and I 

 understood it all, every word. If that book you just 

 quoted from had an easy name I'd go to work at it — but 

 'Data of Ethics' frightens me. I don't know exactly 

 what Data means, and I'm mixed on Ethics." 



The voice of the Coach was clear upon " Education," 

 however, and I recall just now the remark of my little 

 nephew to his mother, when Mr. Spencer did us the 

 honor of visiting us : " Mamma, I want to see the man 

 who wrote in a book that there is no use studying 

 grammar." Amid the thousands of very grateful ones 

 who feel what they owe to Herbert Spencer, may be 

 safely classed that young scion of our family. His grat- 

 itude is profound, and with good reason. 



Boat o' Garten was to be our refuge, a small, lovely 

 inn on the moors, the landlady of which had telegraphed 

 us in a rather equivocal way in response to our request 

 for shelter. There was no other house for many miles, 

 so we pushed on, trusting to our star. We were all 

 right. The house was to be filled on the morrow with 

 sportsmen, and we could be entertained " for this night 

 only." Such is luck. Even as it was, the family rooms 

 had to be given up to us ; but then, dear souls, there is 

 nothing they would not do for the Americans. As for 

 the coach, there was no building on the moors high 

 enough to take in the huge vehicle ; but as showing the 



