110 THE FLORAL TELEGRAPH. 
“ For my art and part in the me¬ 
lancholy transactions that I have just 
described to you, a power much 
stronger than mine first of all con¬ 
demned me to imprisonment within 
the verge of this Garden, until I had 
made expiation for my fault, and, at 
the same time, instigated Sir Eustace 
to shut up this place, and to leave in 
his will orders that his heirs, collateral 
branches of the same name and house, 
should respect the injunction. My 
expiation is made. You, Mr. Horace 
Honeycomb, are the happy man pre¬ 
destined to promulgate to the world 
— May it make your name illus¬ 
trious ! 
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