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and worrying the solid bits as eagerly as five miles or so from the centre of the a starving dog worries a bone. Outside city, on a broad oasis-bordered flat. there was little sign of poverty. Every Horses, riders, and trainers were many body seemed busy and industrious of them English. There was the grand There is far less of outward charity stand, the saddling place, and the ring, than in Vienna ; indeed, there is a but they were different from the English certain king-of-my-castle air, but there institutions of the same names. There seems much more work about the is no betting in one sense, but there is shopkeepers, and everybody one . meets & . sort of public sweepstakes in which with is at first hardly agreeable. There every body puts down 80 much on the are innumerable book-shops. The litera- horse he thinks likely to win. If he ture is cosmopolitan-French, English, chooses an outsider, the chances are that German, and Magyar, but it is plain there will be few with whom he will that German is a foreign language, like have to divide his winnings ; if he French or English. The official pro- chooses a “hot” favourite, he cannot clamations and the street bills are mostly expect much more than his stake to be in both languages, but one never finds returned. The races were much like them in German only, and often only in other races, except one for farmers' Hungarian. To my surprise, the people horses. It was ridden by Hungarian farare anything but handsome. Most of mers without saddles, and in their natural the grown men are short and square- costume. · A huge nightshirt flows down built and strong-looking, but there is a to the feet, and is sewed up to make a greater mass of stunted and unhealthy- loose pair of trousers. A sleeveless looking lads with blotchy faces and bad waistcoat is stuck on, and the long white blood, than I have seen, I think, in arms of the shirt fly loose, a foot or so any other capital in Europe. It is out broad, at the wrist. The head is in the country perhaps that one sees the covered with something like a tea-cosy, true Hungarian ; and when we did go or a smoking-cap, with a feather stuck out, we seemed to lose the unlovely in it, and the dress is complete. The looking clerks and commis voyageurs who horses were light-lookiny, but active crowded us in Pesth itself. But even and business-like, and the riders rodo as about them there was an unmistakeable keenly as if the race was for life. Two look of the East; and it is clear that of them could not get their restive aniwith Vienna we have left behind us mals off till the others had run nearly many habits of Western Europe.

half the course, but they insisted on Pesth is still full of memories of 1849. running it out as faithfully as if they In the open square beside the palace had a ghost of a chance of winning. there is a monument to General Hentzl, Over every incident of the race the exwho,“ with Colonel Allmoth and 418 citement of the crowd was as great as it braves, died here a death of sacrifice for could have been at home, and the road Emperor and Fatherland." The Hun- out" was as dusty and as full of perilous garians swarmed across the river up the chances to carriage or rider. But there hill from Pesth, and poor Hentzl did was no such carnival of "gaminism," what he could to keep them from the either here or at Vienna, as on an Eng. heights on which the citadel was then lish racecourse. There were no Aunt planted. But the ruin of that time, Sallys or Cheap Jacks, or men with and the resolution since Sadowa to treat nimble peas or shows, or Chinese jugPesth as almost an equal capital of the glers. Everything was decorous and Austro-Hungarian Empires and King- business-like, till the common eagerness dom, have given it the material impulse over the race made the whole world kin. of which it shows so many signs.

I was called home hurriedly, and the We went out one day to the races, vivid contrast between Pesth and Lonwhen they were honoured by the pre don was the most startliny of my exsence of the Prince of Wales and Prince periences of Eastern travel. Arthur. The Rakos course lies some

W. J.

MY TIME, AND WHAT I'VE DONE WITH IT.

BY F. C. BURNAND.

CHAPTER XIII.

The first was humorous, the second

irritable, and the third blank incapacity. MR. COMBERWOOD EXTERS — SUNDAY AT

He appeared at his largest when wearing RINGHURST,

the last expression ; it was the one that He was an enormous man, every way. came naturally to him after dinner, when Over six feet, and stout out of all pro- he spread himself out over a stalwart portion. The dog-cart horse, specially arm-chair and stared at the fire, which purchased for this work, could do nothing must have seemed to him like the glow more in a day than take his master to of the setting sun illuminating the outand from the station. In London all line of his waistcoat's horizon. The first omnibuses were closed against him at and second expressions merged into one the price, and cabmen suddenly became another. When humorous he became singularly short-sighted when hailed by suddenly irritable, and when irritable Mr. Comberwood on the pavement. he became suddenly humorous. Also if Once he was in the same situation as his wife were inclined to be irritable, the famous Irishman who, being taken he became immediately humorous. She in a sedan-chair whereof the bottom was herself had no humour, nor appreciaout, remarked that “but for the look tion of it. of the thing he'd as lief have walked" He kissed Mrs. Comberwood and - that is, Mr. Comberwood's legs ap- Alice (which I did not like), and told peared as auxiliaries to the wheels: the boys to help him off with his great fortunately without accident, and with coat. It was a great coat with a venout either a summons or an action. You geance. Judiciously parcelled out, it can't expect an ordinary vehicle, intended would have clothed a deserving family forordinary persons, to carry an elephant; of eight. and an ordinary driver, obliged to take He was very glad to see me. up a fare whatever his size, can't bring “Hullo!” he said ; “Master Colvin, an action against his customer for exceed- hey? What's your name? what's your ing a certain weight.

name ?-hey?" Mr. Comberwood's practice was there. This was said so fast as to be almost fore chiefly in chambers, where Mahomet unintelligible to me. I paused, and came to the mountain, the mountain smiled. I did not like to ask what he being a necessity to Mahomet as a client. had said. He did not, however, give

He had a bald head, bordered from me time to think over it, as he went temple to temple with hair, as evenly on hurriedly, wearing his humorous and exactly as if he had been measured expression, for it by a village barber, with an in- « Not got a name-hey? No god. verted wooden basin, and this hair was fathers and godmothers—hey? What as curly and neutral-tinted as the Astra- did your godfathers and godmothers do chan trimming on a lady's jacket. He for you-hey?". spoke quickly, and repeated his sen “Papa !” said Alice, reproachfully. tences, in part, or wholly, as might be “They gave him a name-hey?" necessary. His countenance was capable “ Cecil, sir." of three expressions, and three only. “Cecil-hey? Cecil. Here, Dick,

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take that fish to the cook; don't tumble justice to the breakfast in the true spirit down with it now-hey? Do you hear ?" of a holiday-maker who has the entire “Yes, Papa.”

day before him. On week days ho “Now then," he went on, “hands scarcely knew what breakfast meant : it washing—'what no soap, so he died' was a hindrance, which very often had hey?” To me: “Did you ever hear nearly caused the loss of his train. But that story, Master Cecil. "No soap- on Sundays, this, and luncheon, were she bear—and the Great Panjandrum novelties to be thoroughly enjoyed. with the little round button at the top' We did everything to the sound of -hey?"

the bell, so much so, that I soon began I had not, and hoped he would tell to derive the name of the place from

this practice. A bell got the servants Mrs. Comberwood now thought it out of bed, and us out of our sleep. time to interfere.

Bell number two ordered them to break“ Dinner is already very late,” she fast. The third bell was to inform us said, with the precise certainty of a that they could not go on any longer person who knows what o'clock it is to alone, and their betters " must get up a minute, “so I do beg you will get and help them. The fourth bell invited ready at once, Stephen."

us to breakfast. This was an economical We passed that evening, a very short bell, and did duty for prayers too. Then one, with the weight of the coming came the church bells, running after one Sunday morning on us. This was to be another merrily ever so many times, the first Sunday I had ever spent away then taking breath, then coming out at from home in the holidays. Miss Alice intervals in pairs, then the laggard by was generally for straying into theo himself was peremptorily stopped by the logical discussion, while Austin read, church clock striking the hour. Then and Dick taught me the game of Fox on our return, there was bell number five and Geese with draughts. Mr. and Mrs. for us to prepare, so that the announceComberwood talked about the people ment which would have to be presently who were coming, and who were not, to made should not take us by surprise ; their party. Alice joined them in this, then number six, which let out the and my attention was drawn towards secret of luncheon, and number seven them twice by the mention of Herbert to summon the servants to dinner in Pritchard and Mr. Cavander.

the servants' hall. Tea had another “How's Uncle Herbert-hey?" asked bell, being the eighth. The ceremony Mr. Comberwood; “ you didn't know of dressing for dinner was celebrated he'd be here. Yes : come to look after with a good rattling fantasia, number you and give a good report to your nine, on the bell. Dinner itself was father-hey? What a good boy am I the occasion for the tenth, the servants' -Horner in the corner-hey?"

supper for the eleventh, and evening Then he resumed his part in the con- family prayers the twelfth. versation.

We walked to church slowly and On Sunday morning he read family comfortably. Alice had plenty of quesprayers. Kneeling was out of the tions to ask poor old women, tottering question with him. He did it vicari. old men in slate-coloured smocks, and ously, through Alice, who was devo- shy children, tional enough for the whole party, en- The church at Whiteboys was the joying it so evidently, that, not being first village church I had seen, that is I accustomed to outward piety, and know mean with a purely village congregation. ing nothing at all of inward, I wondered It had its Christmas decorations, chiefly mightily.

done by Alice Comberwood. It was an During the morning, all mention of old Norman church, and one of the few the coming theatricals and party was objects of interest in the neighbourbanished. Mr. Comberwood did ample hood. It had been patched up and re

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stored, and its massive pillars were half people last, following sulkils. When on hidden by the high pews. The pews coming out of church he observed, "That indeed were so high that had a stranger was a beautiful hymn to-day-hey! very suddenly entered during the lessons, or fine hymn-hey?" you might be certain the sermon, he would have thought he that he had had quite a field-day of it, had come upon a clergyman rehearsing all to himself. Occasionally the choir his part in an empty church. Looked skipped, by arrangement, verse number at in perspective and on a level, the three, an omission of which Mr. Combertope of the pews seemed like a sea of wood took no notice, singing it right fixed waves, between each of which, through without faltering, and comwhen the heads popped up, you sud- mencing verse number four just as the denly beheld the bathers.

clergyman was commencing his short This description could not of course pre-preaching prayer, and the congreapply to Mr. Comberwood, and d-propos gation were settling into various prayit now occurs to me what a magnificent ing attitudes, of which the one conSuisse he would have made in a French sidered most reverential at Whiteboys church. I could not help remarking was a compromise between kneeling Mr. Comberwood during service. He and sitting, which was neither one nor was short-sighted, and took a long time the other, and very little of either. to find and fix his eye-glasses. He A lice knelt. She had a beautiful generally got hold of the wrong psalm, book in Gothic binding, the printing when be made the responses, in a rather being in red and black. She was husky, but very audible voice, and so enthusiastic at lunch-time about her quickly, that he had finished his verse pupils for the choir of boys which she before the rest of the congregation had had begun to train, and spoke with deep got half - way through theirs, when, regret of the sentiments and opinions having done his part, he would look of the parish clergyman, who, she said, round from under his glasses (he always was fast asleep and wanted waking. viewed everything from a point either In the evening we had sacred music, above or below his eye-glasses, never when Alice sang sweetly, and I was enstraight through them), as though in- raptured. Bedtime was at an early quiring irritably, “Why the deuce don't hour, and when I had tucked myself you get on-hey?” When his wife, or carefully up for the night, Mrs. ComberMiss Alice, would point out his mistake wood entered, and bending over me, said, to him in a whisper, he replied aloud, "Good night, Master Cecil. You have “Hey-what?"

no mother, poor boy. You shall be one Having ascertained the nature of of my boys. Good night. God bless their communication, his legal training you." Wherewith she pressed her lips rendered it compulsory on him to verify on my forehead with another loving their assertions by reference to the motherly kiss; and I have seldom fallen calendar, when having arrived at a right asleep as happily, and in such sweet and proper conclusion, and found the peacefulness, as on that first Sunday correct psalm, he had to wait some seconds night at Ringhurst Whiteboys. in order to adjust, as it were, his ears to the new sounds, and test the accuracy of the congregation's responses by the

CHAPTER XIV. text of the Prayer-book. When the hymn time came, he put his whole voice

LIKES AND DISLIKES- AN UNWELCOME into it, and shot ahead of organ, choir,

GUEST WELCOMED. and every body, until the antagonism got so fierce as to threaten tho peace of MR. COMBERWOOD went up to town on the worshippers. He led them whether Monday morning early. He breakfasted they would or not, that is to say he was hurriedly, keeping his eye on the clock first, the organ a good second, and the and his watch, as though suspicious of

MONDAY AT RINGHURST--THE SISTERS

some collusion between these two to “You're better off for amusement prevent his catching the train. The than we are, though, Ally," replied her dining-room clock was two minutes in sister, who was providently knitting advance of his watch, corroborating the worsted stockings. latter's evidence, and volunteering addi Miss Comberwood had married a tional statements. Then, everything Norfolk clergyman with, it was said, necessary for his departure, although “prospects." In a certain sense this displayed in perfect order under his was decidedly true. There was already very eye, on the hall table, had to be a family of three. “Prospects," unrequisitioned hastily.

qualified by any sort of adjective, * Where's my coat-hey-my coat? command a wide range. To make up Now then, Dick.”

for the omission of an adjective, old “Yes, Papa.”

ladies talked of Mr. McCracken's pros“Ah!"-here the butler assisted him pects with pursed-up lips and graduon with his overcoat. “Now, let me ated nods, whose movement, beginning see—where's my umbrella ? Can't go briskly, died away imperceptibly, like without my umbrella." Umbrella pro- those of the China mandarin's head in a duced. “Ah ! gloves-hey-no gloves ? grocer's, which are becoming as rare as Alice-where- " Gloves shown to be politeness. waiting for him. “Ah! now then- Mr. McCracken's prospects consisted there—there hey?”—this to me, with a in reality of little more than what he humorous expression. “Nothing you surveyed from his kitchen window, in want me to do in town? No"—this the rear, and from his drawing-room in to his wife—“Very well—I shall hear front. How poor country clergymen about the professional person you know manage, not only to exist respectably on --all right.” Then with a vast amount two hundred and fifty per annum, but to of puffing, he hoisted himself on to send sons to the university, was, at one the driving-box of the dog-cart, ad- time, as great a problem to me, as ever justed the reins, called out to the groom it must have been to them. But when “ Rough shod ? no stumbling? Hey?” I met the sons, when I knew what they to which the man replied that it was a had learnt at home, what they could thaw, the snow lying only in long strips turn their heads and hands to, and about the country, as if rows of white how-what with scholarships and odd linen had been left out to dry on prizes, such as, hidden away from the ground; then on Mr. Comberwood sight in dusty old collegiate corners, crying out, “Let her go! ky up!” the do exist for the benefit of honest lads groom released the horse's head, dashed like these—they contrived to lighten after the trap, clam bered up and took their father's burden, while improving his seat behind in all the stern com- their own position, then I understood posure of folded arms, the evident it all; and if ever I require a couple of representative of ignorant Prejudice heroes for an epic, I know where to turning its back on Progress, with find my models. Much to the diswhich it is compelled to be carried appointment of my friends, I take this along in spite of itself, and looking opportunity of stating that I have only to the traditions of the past. no intention whatever of writing an

The performances at Ringhurst had epic. been long ago projected by Alice Comber- And the only use of the above diswood for the stirring up of the neigh- quisition is to present you with a fair bours generally.

estimate of Mr. McCracken's prospects, “No one ever does anything here,” which had not improved since his she said, in the course of the morning, marriage, and were not regarded in a complainingly to Mrs. McCracken, her hopeful light, privately, by Mrs. McCracelder sister, who had come to stay over ken, who, however, was as blithe, cheerthe festivities.

· ful, and contented as, I believe, she

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