42 OCCASIONAL HAPPY THOUGHTS. 



time from going to sleep. The subject of one of the prints 

 is the Earl of Roxburghe, Marquis of something, Earl of, 

 &c. &c., with all his titles in full, fishing in view of a Bridge 

 and Abbey ; also portrait of the distinguished fish which his 

 Grace is honouring by catching, and which is distinctly 

 shown under the water. By the way I only suppose the 

 sportsman to be the noble Earl in question, in consequence 

 of the picture being dedicated to him by his Grace's obliged 

 servants, &c., &c. There's a glorious picture over the 

 mantelpiece of a magnificient bird, half swan, half stork, in 

 a Primaeval Pond, hghted up with a Turneresque sunset. 

 Then gradually off to sleep. 



First morning in England. — Awake. Strange dream. 

 Hasten to note it down while fresh, because it's so odd. I 

 didn't dream about the Duke of Roxburghe and the Swan. 



My Dream. — I dreamt I was v/altzing through the streets 

 of a town (quite strange to me, yet which I felt I knew per- 

 fectly well), and was going on waltzing in perfect time, airily 

 and gracefully (I felt conscious of the grace of my actions), 

 yet somehow without ever turning round. This apparently 

 impossible feat I seemed to be performing without effort, and 

 quite naturally, to a beautiful tune, played on a barrel-organ, 

 which, at the same time, I couldn't hear. Strange, too, I 

 woke waltzing, and humming some tune which I couldn't 

 catch. 



Happy Thonght. — Home again. Report to my Aunt 

 about Boulogne. It won't do. Boulogne is, I tell her, a 

 ville sans egouts, or, at all events, with only superficial 



