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to finish her nuptial preparations ; I, to seek my 

 couch in the little rural inn above the roaring 

 waters of the Budon.* 



' Move eastward, happy earth, and leave 



Yon orange sunset fading slow ; 

 From fringes of the faded eve 



Oh, happy planet, eastward go, 



I murmured, though the atmospheric conditions 

 were not really those described by the poet. 



' Ah, bear me with thee, smoothly borne. 



Dip forward under starry light, 

 And move me to my marriage mom. 



And round again to 



' " River in grand order, sir," said the voice of 

 Robins, the keeper, who recognised me in the 

 moonlight. " There's a regular monster in the 

 Ashweil," he added, naming a favourite cast ; 

 '• never saw nor heard of such a fish in the water 

 before." 



'"Mr. Dick must catch him, Robins," I 

 answered ; " no fishing for me to-morrow." 



' From motives of delicacy I suppress the true name of the 

 river. 



