THROWN OUT. .33 



In a huge easy-chair, by a comfortable fire, I recover 

 my temper somewhat, and strive to believe that the 

 future has in store many, or at least several, of such 

 days as I have missed ; and the immediate prospect of 

 an excellent dinner after a hard day's work reconciles 

 me to inquiries as to " wherever I could have got to ? " 

 and " whatever I could have been doing r " 



"We've had such a charming day — no standing 

 about, galloping all the time," an enthusiastic young 

 lady, who has held her own upon a '* gallant grey," 

 informs me. 



Good and bad luck come in something like sand- 

 wiches in this possibly wicked, but not altogether un- 

 pleasant, world ; and I console myself with the reflec- 

 tion that fate owes me a good gallop, to compensate for 

 the day when I was Thrown Out. 



March 24, 1 879. 



