Who that would leave a name on his tombstone can say to his own heart, "Perish Stars and Garters: my existence shall pass from day to day in honeysuckle arbours!" Sir Gregory Stollhead interrupted Vance's revery by an impassioned sneeze.

"Dreadful smell of hay!" said the legislator, with watery eyes.

"Are you subject to the hay fever?
I am! A-tisha-tisha-tisha [sneezing]--country frightfully unwholesome at this time of year.

And to think that I ought now to be in the House,--in my committee-room; no smell of hay there; most important committee." VANCE (rousing himself).--"Ah--on what ?" SIR GREGORY (regretfully).--"Sewers.".