JANUARY. 9 
exceeding loveliness had made his heart glad. What pyramids of 
Pine-apples, what tons of Grapes and Figs and Peaches, what acres of 
flowers, tender and hardy, those hands have tended! The Duke, his 
master, denies him nothing, and horticultural novelties and floral 
rarities (things which you and I, my friends, sigh for, and save up 
for, and speak of with ‘‘ bated breath,” and possess only in our Mid- 
summer Nights’ Dreams), these come to the Castle by the boat-load, 
or travel by the rail on trucks! When you see his soil-yard you 
imagine that sappers and miners have been at work for weeks, and 
that an army is about to entrench itself within those multitudinous 
earthworks. As for his “houses;” houses with enormous tanks, 
wherein the Royal Lily, Victoria, 1s waited on by the beautiful 
Nympheas; houses for Orchids, for New Holland plants, for Ferns, 
for fruit, and forcing; his houses of every size and style, from the 
dingy old lean-to, with its heavy timbers and its tiny, discoloured 
panes, to the grand conservatory, with its spacious dome, transepts, 
aisles, broad walks, and sparkling fountain ; of these there is no time 
to tell. Less need, inasmuch as he, whom I now introduce to you, 
derives not his happiness from his vast material, his unlimited privi- 
leges and rare resources, but from his own good and grateful heart, 
which recognizes Gop’s love and power in all the glorious works around 
him, and sings 
*¢ Non nobis, Domine, sed Nomini tuo.” 
for all the sweetnesses and joys of life. 
Give the worthy gentleman, for gentleman he is in mind and mien, 
one of those long clean Brosely pipes. ‘‘ My dear young Marquis,” 
he remarks, as_he fills and lights it, and the pretty little rings of silvery 
smoke rise upwards from the ample bowl, ‘“‘ My dear young Marquis 
brought me years ago, from Germany, a meerschaum, beautifully 
carved, in which you might almost boil an egg; and my lord in the 
Guards, and my lord at Oxford make me presents from time to time of 
such cigars as I don’t suppose are to be bought for money; but my 
meerschaum goes out, when I begin to talk, unless I suck at its amber 
mouthpiece like a greedy child at a piece of barley-sugar ; and the fire 
of those huge regalias draws so near to my nose, that I grow quite 
afraid of it; and, in short, I never enjoy tobacco so much as when it 
comes to my lips, coolly yet quickly, through these long cleanly tubes, 
and waits for me patiently, as now, through my tedious old man’s 
sentences.” 
You would like to hear him respond, I am sure, when we drink his 
health as our ‘‘ King of Spades,” rapping the table with such strong 
and sudden earnestness as to bring the canary, just hoping to renew 
his slumbers, very summarily off his perch. ‘‘Sixty years ago,” he 
said in the course of his little speech at our last meeting, ‘I was 
weeding the Castle walks. Many and pleasant and prosperous have 
been my days since then ; and if I were constrained to begin life anew 
I would ask that it might pass as heretofore. But I have no yearnings, 
though much thankfulness, for the past. ‘here is mildew among our 
Roses here, my friends, and bitter frosts, and dreary sorrowful storms. 
I hope that I do not deceive myself in thinking” (and here he spoke 
