46 HARK FORRARD! 



They were met at the stable-door by a jovial 

 grinning gentleman of colour, who rejoiced in 

 the name of Augustus Ebenezer Gabriel Wash- 

 ington Smith (uncommon fond are the niggers 

 of swell names). He saluted Acton in a sort of 

 half-military fashion, grinning the while to such 

 an extent that Acton had time to count all the 

 * ivories ' thereby displayed, and also wonder 

 how much farther he could stretch the corners 

 of his mouth without cracking them. 



The ' fair Maryland ' having been duly in- 

 spected and admired, they were summoned to 

 the house by Ray Danby, who played ' Buy a 

 Broom ' on the coach horn, and played it so well 

 that he need not have feared to compete with 

 the best of the guards on the numerous coaches 

 that daily ply from Northumberland Avenue to 

 all sorts of places within fifty miles of London. 



' Now then, Alfred, I will show you your 

 room,' said he, as they approached. ' You and 

 Miller are in the " Garden House," as we call it.' 



Those of our readers who have ever been in 

 Virginia will know that nearly all the country- 



