LETTER No. III. 



[1886. 



FTER the shadowy Captain Cuth- 

 bert Clutterbuck had retired from 

 being buffeted up and down the 

 world in the service of his country, on the 

 enjoyment of a clean shirt and a guinea four 

 times a week, and before he found his true 

 vocation as the antiquarian and historian of 

 the ruins of the monastery of Kennaquhair, 

 he made the great discovery that, " in order 

 to enjoy leisure it is absolutely necessary that 

 it should be preceded by occupation." 



" For some time," says he, " it was delight- 

 ful to wake at daybreak dreaming of the 

 reveille then to recollect my happy eman- 

 cipation, turn on my other side, damn the 

 parade, and go to sleep again ! But even 

 this enjoyment had its termination, and time 

 began to hang heavy on my hands." 



The Captain adds that he angled for two 

 days, during which time he " lost twenty 

 hooks and several scores of yards of gut and 



