

Oh— yes! Had "Honeysuckle" sat near 

 " Our Editor " — " Aubepine " near Bombyx 

 — " Violet " near his son — and " Puss " 

 been there to frolic with " Fino," — oh how 

 very jolly we should have been ! But, even 

 as it was, we did very well. 



Mine hostess of the " Peahen " took our 

 measure to a nicety. Raising the first cover, 

 our nostrils were regaled with mackerel, 

 exquisitely flavored and exquisitely cooked. j 

 Among other accompaniments was a deli- 

 cious salad. This just paved the way for as j 

 neat a little leg of lamb (roasted) as the most 

 fastidious epicure could picture to his mind's 

 eye. As for the vegetables — just fresh from 

 the garden — there were cauliflowers, spring 

 cabbages, spinach, excellent potatoes, brocoli, 

 &c. Add to these a sharpened appetite, prime 

 ale, and three happy hearts. Then came 

 lots of pastry in every variety ; and after- 

 wards, the remnant of that colossal cheese 

 (before described), and some young radishes. 

 We were just thoroughly happy. 



I am not bound accurately to describe the 

 wine or wines we discussed ; but the first 

 toast was — " All those that we love, and all 

 those that love us !" Then came a cigar of 

 exquisite aroma, and a refresher of " some- 

 thing curious" — just to keep us warm and 

 weather-tight, previous to starting for Hat- 

 field, at six o'clock. First, however, we 

 took a little stroll through the town, and 

 paid a visit to one amiable Mrs. Nutting, 

 where we filled our capacious pockets with 

 all sorts of chocolates and bon-bons for our 

 dear folk at home. 



I am not going to tell of all the fun, &c, 

 we had on this short journey. No ! suffice 

 it that more than one will recollect us, of 

 those who travelled on that omnibus. 

 A — hem! The up -train at Hatfield bore 

 away our companions, however ; and we were 

 obliged to go and console ourselves where 

 best we could : — 



ISic wag gat mundus et nos waggamus cum 

 illo ! 



So we found out a cranny corner, nearly 

 opposite the old church at Hatfield ; and 

 thinking this might be the place (from its 

 proximity to the church) where " somebody " 

 was occasionally accustomed to drop in, 

 pour rafraichir sa memoire, and knowing 

 that clerical somebodies are generally excel- 

 lent judges of good fare, we determined to 

 try our luck. Entering, we were shown into 

 a square room occupied by a shrewd Scotch- 

 man, probably a student. Here we discussed 

 another cigar ; and then whispering into the 

 ear of our fair hostess, she brought us " some- 

 thing curious" — just to absorb the melancholy 

 which had so distressingly overpowered us 

 on parting from our friends at the station. 



But now the time was come for us to 

 depart ; for we had been told by the jocose 



clerk at the station, that the London train 

 would start precisely at eight o'clock. We 

 arrived some twelve minutes before eight. 

 To our annoyance, we found that the train 

 had left at half-past seven. On remonstrating 

 with this whipper-snapper, we were met by 

 an insulting grin, and a hollow laugh. This 

 however did not exactly suit old Bombyx ; 

 and next day he wrote to the proper autho- 

 rities. The result was, that the jocose young 

 gentleman has been handled in a way he 

 little expected. Had he been civil, and 

 sorry for his ill-timed jest, nothing would 

 have been said ; but his insolence and pride 

 required this wholesome chastisement. [Yes. 

 It was an act of public " duty."] 



We now relumed to our old quarters near 

 the church ; and here we had some excellent 

 tea, which " Our Editor " brewed to perfec- 

 tion. Also, some delicious toast. This and 

 some pleasing gossip passed away the time 

 till the clock struck nine, when we once more 

 started for the station. As good-luck would 

 have it, the " express " was behind time, and 

 our conveyance was obliged to wait at 

 " Hitchin " till it had passed. 



A very intelligent, kind, and communica- 

 tive servant of the company, interested us 

 much during the time we waited, by his 

 mode of working the Electric Telegraph. 

 We had the pleasure, too, of hearing the 

 "express " pass (it went too fast for us to 

 see it), as well as that from King's Cross to 

 Edinburgh ; and we blessed our stars that we 

 were not passengers by either of the " ex- 

 presses." 



A number of lovely nightingales rejoiced us 

 as we paced up and down the platform. This 

 we finally quitted at a quarter to ten o'clock, 

 arriving at Hornsey at a quarter past. It had 

 been raining in torrents ; so that we had a 

 disagreeable, dark, wet walk; reaching home 

 a little after eleven. We then retired to rest : 

 first singing — " Hurrah for the Peahen !" 



Bombyx Atlas. 

 Tottenham, May 20. 



ON A DEAD EOSE. 



Nay, do not touch that faded flower, 



Albeit both scent and hue have flown; 

 For it may still retain a power 



Some gentle heart may joy to own : 

 Hidden beneath each wither'd leaf, 



A chastening spell, to Memory dear, 

 May yield that burdened heart relief 



When Hope itself is sere ! 



There let it lie, 'mid records sweet, 



By feeling prompted, genius graced ; 

 Type of their fate, memorial meet 



Of " young affections run to waste f" 

 Left on their stem — (how fugitive ! ) 



Those cherished leaves had soon been shed; 

 But thus embalmed, will seem to live 



Till Memory's self be dead ! 



