INCIDENT DURING A ROEDEER DRIVE. 



' ' Oft expectation fails, and most oft there 

 Where most it promises, and oft it hits 

 Where hope is coldest and despair most sits." 



All's Well that Ends Well. 



FOR some days afterwards, the weather continued 

 sultry and unfavourable for fishing. The blue 

 sky, unbroken by a single cloud, was as unpro- 

 mising as ever, and it was, therefore, with no 

 little pleasure I learned, one afternoon, that a 

 rocdeer drive in the great fir-woods had been 

 arranged to take place on the following day. 



It happened that my bedroom window com- 

 manded a view of a portion of these hills, and, 

 as I drew up the blind on that morning, the 

 scene, lovely as it always was, certainly seemed 

 to possess charms for me that I had never felt 

 before. 



To the south, and immediately beneath me, 

 were the beautiful gardens and pleasure-grounds, 

 laid out in the Italian style, gorgeous with 



