and the inglorious peace, made after so
many great victories, cast such a damp on
my mind that nothing could wholly efface."
The whig partisan of that day was as
completely deceived as to the merits of
his idol us the hottest tory. The hero of Blenheim,
Corporal John, the darling of the
common soldier whom he cheated and starved,
added to all the duplicity of the Stuart race,
a miserly rapacity which they would have
scorned.

A pleasant drive to Euston chased away
all unpleasant reflections, and the ladies, in a
little hermitage, or sort of grotto of natural
rock- work—grottos were quite the vogue
then—were entertained with small cascades,
and an artificial bird, which began singing in
the midst of the streams. This, although
artificial enough, seems to have been much
admired by gentlemen as well as ladies, who
doubtless thought that birds singing in the
midst of waterfalls was quite rural. Onward
they proceeded to Chipping Norton, where a
good supper concluded the day. Rendered
sentimental by the ruralities of Euston and
its grotto, the married gentlemen began to
upon cousin Sam the propriety of his
taking a wife, having afforded him every
facility, by recommending a certain Miss E——-;
but he replied that he liked her, but does not
care to marry! A note of admiration is put
after this provoking reply; and we can easily
imagine the lectures cousin Sam had from
the gentlemen, and the angry raps of the fan
from the ladies, at this discourteous confession.
But it would not do to affront cousin Sam
he was their guide and commissary general; so
they all merrily drank to his speedy change
of mind in a glass of old mountain, and then
retired to rest.

Up betimes the following morning—seventeen
miles to go before breakfast. The reader
is not to suppose, however, that our friends
set out fasting. No, they took tea first, and
then, on arriving at Broadway, made their
breakfast on tea and coffee. And here,
from the vantage ground of Broadway
hills, our journalist becomes quite poetical,
The lofty mountains and pleasant vales,
distant villages, and richly laden fields, must
indeed have delighted the Londoners; but
alas! here were no London roads. So the
heavy landau jolted onward, swaying from side
to side, now almost overturned in a deep rut,
and now sinking into quagmires, but happily
without endangering life or limb. Breakfast
ended—the road was more rugged than ever,
and the occupants of the landau were half,
jolted to pieces. Yet, this was on the main road
from London to Worcester, and in the finest
suminer weather! They dined at Evesham,
however, and then cousin Sam, cruelly taking
advantage of the wearied company, determined
to give them his opinion—which was
anything but complimentary— of the fair sex
and matrimony. The ladies bore it very
patiently, the narrator adds, which was much
to their credit, for certainly the would-be wits
of that age had furnished the anti-marrying
portion of their sex with plenty of sarcasm
both in prose and verse. Cousin Sam took
care not to offend the ladies beyond hope of
pardon; for we find that they all proceeded
pleasantly to Pershore to tea; and thence, by
slow stages, arrived at Worcester a little
before nine, not a little tired with the length
of this day's journey—forty-three miles.

The fatigues of the preceding day rendering
more rest necessary, here they stayed
until the afternoon, seeing the lions of the place,
and dining comfortably on eels and Severn
salmon, and the other et ceteras of a good
dinner. Here they were gratified too by the
appearance of cousin John, who had come
over from Ludlow on purpose to be their
guide; through the perils of the coming way.
So forth they set; and, though the landau
sometimes stuck fast in the clay, and sometimes was
threatened to be buried in the sand, they came
at length safely to Bewdley. Next morning,
not without discouraging apprehensions, they
again set out, very soon finding the
unsuitableness of the road to the landau; which in
the space of two hours and a half, performed
a distance of scarcely eight miles. They
now dined, better than they expected, on hind
quarter of lamb, salad, and ducks; but, alas!
London ale and porter were unattainable, and.
they were obliged to be contented with mere
cider.

And now came the last stage of this,
eventful journey of one hundred and thirty-
six miles, performed in five days. Ere long,
the landau stuck fast, and the equestrians had
to help it out; then they were puzzled as to
the best road, and had to seek a guide,
Again the landau stuck fast; and this time,
fearing lest it should be irretrievably imbedded,
the four occupants agreed to quit it and
walk; while the landau dragged its slow length
along, uselessly enough, behind them. The
road, however, as they approached Ludlow
became more traversable, ladies and
gentlemen resumed their seats, and, in due form
the party from London arrived at the
residence of their country cousins.

Ludlow is a fine town, both from situation
and associations. Extensive views are girdled
in by the distant blue of the Welsh
mountains, or stretch out to the vale of
the Severn. Vivid associations of the past
are also connected with Ludlow, from the
time when the stern towers of the castle
were reared to overawe the Welsh marches
and the Lords' Marchers dwelt in feudal
state, to the day when the Earl of Bridgewater
held court there, and Milton's inimitable
Comus was performed by his children
during the Christmas festival.

The London visitants remained with their
hosts nearly a fortnight; but we much doubt
  whether one single thought of these past daya
ever crossed their minds,—one sweet fancy of
the maiden wandering through the riot-