40 THE FLORAL TELEGRAPH. 
that day, as some vainly pretend, 
were no delusion of the senses, but 
the substantive acts of substantial 
actors ? “ Now, Mr. Honeycomb,” 
said Floribel, 44 oblige me by taking 
out of your right hand coat-pocket 
that ample common-place book in 
which you have commenced your 
4 Tour through Devonshire,’ and 
pass your pencil through the half 
page that you have already there in¬ 
scribed.” 
At this request, I blushed almost 
as deep a red as glowed upon her 
cheeks. I had actually begun my tour 
in these words: “Devonshire”—But, 
ladies, as I must confess that you will 
