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known that Mr. Tremaine were turned a mere Yorkshire squire, and had actually been detected dining in a cottage garden, and drinking port ?"

“ And at four o'clock,” added Careless, “ for by the Lord Harry that must be the hour, if you dine at all.”

56 And quite fashionable for a set of gypsies,” said the Doctor.

Tremaine had nothing for it but to submit; and while he looked at the loveliest check in the world, damasked by the buxom air, he tacitly asked himself whether natural hours, natural pleasures, and such a companion, were not, after all, the true enjoyments of life?

Having now accounted for bringing our party under the mulberry tree in Careless's garden, we will proceed to relate the conversation exactly as it went on after dinner, as was opened in all due form in the beginning of the thirty-third chapter of this instructive work.

some Annual Registers, decorated the other shelves. But to Tremaine's surprise, there lay upon the chairs, seemingly as if they were often used, Ferguson's Lectures on Natural Philosophy, the Complete Clock-Maker, and a book on Surveying and Mensuration.

Tremaine expressed his wonder at this, as though he had not suspected Jack of a fondness for any science,

* You are mistaken,” said Evelyn, “ for our friend has an excellent mechanical head, and the cuckoo clock in the hall, which Becky always tells me is truer than Belford church, was made with his own hands. But suppose," added he to Georgina,

you shew Mr. Tremaine our friend's study, while I finish this agricultural report of the West Riding ; I have a full column still to read.",,

Georgina laughingly led the way into the other parlour, which was about twelve feet square, and digpified through all the house, by the name of study; though Careless, with more modesty and .correctness, called it his workshop. In this, the first thing they saw was a carpenter's table, covered with tools. A large lathe took up a considerable portion of the room,, together with nets of different kinds, the work of Jack's own fingers. On a little table in the middle lay a letter in his own hand, addressed to the Editor of the Farmer's Magazine," which

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proved to be an essay on the best mode of cultivating the hundred-headed cabbage.

The master of the house not appearing, they were summoned by the Doctor, who had finished his report, to go in quest of him themselves.

“ We shall see Jack's garden,” said he, " which is neatness itself; though I don't much like it, for the fellow bullies me with his cauliflowers."

The party then sallied forth, and found Evelyn had not overrated his friend's skill; for Tremaine discovered to his utter astonishment, that a mere potager, which he had never condescended to rank in any class of what he called gardens, was in reality not only an interesting, but a very pretty thing. A few borders of flowers, close to the door, yielded by degrees to compartments of the healthiest vegetables, in beautiful, because useful regularity. The espalier, and the honest gooseberry and currant, formed a green wall for each division, while at foot, the strawberry, and sometimes a row of daisies, kept every thing spruce and regular.

The garden wall, well clothed, but still very low, bounded a lane which led further into the village, and a green walk, parallel with it, ended in a large bench, close to the mulberry tree, of which mention has already been made. Tremaine expressed his wonder, that, with such a taste for the useful in gardening, this wall should have been left so low.

“ Why I have wondered too,” said Evelyn, as they all paced the walk by its side, “ but when I consider how much amusement, interest, and occupation Jack would be deprived of if it were higher, my wonder ceases.” Tremaine desiring explanation,

You must know,” continued Evelyn, "this is Jack's exchange; his social walk, his world. Not a traveller on foot or horseback, not a post-chaise, farmer's or other waggon, but courses along this wall; and as he is universally known, and proportion

bly liked, whenever he is tired of himself-which indeed, is not often"

“ He is happy,” interrupted Tremaine.

“ He is so,” said Evelyn, eyeing the interrupter significantly.

66 Go on," said Tremaine.

66 Well! whenever he is tired of himself, or is otherwise disposed to it, he has only to come into this walk, and something, whether of gossip or business, immediately engages his attention. He has been seen to lean over that corner, where the bricks are a little deranged, for an hour together, talking to passengers, high or low, known or unknown; so that, in the words of a neighbouring farmer, who talked to me about it, it is thought he would make a foin parliament man!'”

“ An hour together leaning over a wall !” said

Tremaine, with an emphasis, as if he had set the thing down in his own mind.

“ It all depends upon taste,” remarked Evelyn ; 6 but the taste once allowed, I see no reason why a wall should not do as well as a rail.”

“ Nor I,” said Tremaine; “ but I profess I don't understand the taste."

" Then you are different from all your fine companions, in the fine world," answered Evelyn.

Tremaine declaring he did not comprehend him “perhaps,” replied the Doctor, “I may have been misinformed; but judge for yourself. Some business took me last spring to town for a week. I left Georgy with her aunt, meaning to hurry home as fast as I could. Meantime, as I like to look at the world every now and then, for fear I should lose its manners, and be quizzed, you know," added he significantly

Tremaine smiled and bade him go on.

“ Well! I thought one way of examining customs was to go to what used to be called the Ring in Hyde-Park. But every thing changes.”

“ As how.?" asked Tremaine.

" Why, I could scarcely believe it myself," continued Evelyn, “but I found the Ring had been turned into a straight line.”

“I know of no such alteration," said Tremaine. * It was the same thing,” proceeded Evelyn, “for

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