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would gain from his first experience of the Ducal 

 Park, Ducal scenic accessories, and Ducal sport ! 

 Probably anybody ought to be thankful for 

 having to take as work what so many regard as 

 a luxurious pleasure, and that is what riles me, 

 because I so often feel that I ought to be enjoying 

 myself very much indeed, and I am taking no 

 more notice of estimable points in scenery and 

 other interesting details than a shopkeeper in St 

 Paul's Churchyard does of Christopher Wren's 

 cathedral, or a Westminster 'bus-man of the 

 Houses of Parliament. All that is rather a 

 pity, because if one did not get tired and the 

 business miofht be carried out free of wear and 

 tear to pocket and person, the post of wandering 

 correspondent which I have the honour to occupy 

 would leave little to be desired. Very little, I 

 mean, so long as its occupier happened to be 

 suited by being a cross between the Wandering 

 Jew and an almost automatic realisation of 

 perpetual motion, and preferred not living any- 

 where in particular. I grow so used to perpetual 

 changing as to scarcely notice doing anything of 

 the sort, though if you do pull up now and then 

 to think (it is not often there is time for such a 

 luxury), the rushing about is rather extraordinary. 

 Certainly it did strike me that way one Monday 

 when I happened to be filling my pockets with 

 thunderbolts — that is what we call them in this 

 part of the country where I at present reside 

 and indite. I say that the quick and frequent 

 chano-incr of venue did come home to me this 

 Monday when I was on an old Sussex hill road 

 washed clean by the temporary torrents of 

 tropical storms which had been flooding the 

 land, and was picking up here and there quite a 



