22 FINE SCENERY. 



again but so it was. I remember to have 

 heard from a near relative of his, for whom 

 I formed a sincere friendship some few years 

 afterwards, of his early death. The intel- 

 ligence caused me to recall to mind his 

 many virtues and commanding talents, and 

 ever since to cherish for them the greatest 

 respect. 



My trunk having been sent by the carrier 

 overnight to the office in London, I walked, 

 in company with one of the ushers, over 

 Putney Bridge, and awaited on Wimbledon 

 Common the coming by of the coach that 

 was to convey me to my father's dwelling, 

 not dreaming of the sudden turn my for- 

 tune or destiny was about to take. 



I have been on many roads in almost 

 every part of England, and in none have I 

 ever witnessed finer scenery than the ride 

 from London to Portsmouth afforded. To 

 be seen to perfection, it must be on a 

 fine day from the top of a -stage-coach. 

 Haldown on the road from Exeter to Ply- 



