CASCADE IN HACKFALL. 
A DAY ON THE YORE. 
NovEMBER had come round once more, bringing in its train 
the annual surfeit of gingerbread for the youngsters, to say 
nothing of squibs, crackers, coloured fires, and all the other 
invariable concomitants of the “ fifth ;” while at every cor- 
ner you encountered small boys of all ages and denomin- 
ations bearing in their hands wooden rails, scraps of miscel- 
laneous timber or branches of trees, all of which articles 
were destined to take their part in the inevitable “bonfire.” 
