My huncle was habsent with the cart; but the dor of the humble eboad stood hopen, and I passed through the little garding where the close was hanging out to dry.

My snowy ploom was ableeged to bend under the lowly porch, as I hentered the apartmint.
"There was a smell of tea there--there's always a smell of tea there--the old lady was at her Bohee as usual.

I advanced tords her; but ha! phansy my extonishment when I sor Mary Hann! "I halmost faintid with himotion.

'Ho, Jeames!' (she has said to me subsquintly) 'mortial mann never looked so bewtifle as you did when you arrived on the day of the Levy.

You were no longer mortial, you were diwine!' "R! what little Justas the hartist has done to my mannly etractions in the groce carriketure he's made of me."* * This refers to an illustrated edition of the work.
***** "Nothing, perhaps, ever created so great a sensashun as my hentrance to St.Jeames's, on the day of the Levy.