absorbed in beloved toil how much less for a young gentleman haunted by and awaiting the arrival of a corpse i he sat down cleared away a piece of the table and attacked the cold luncheon in his basket in case of any subsequent inquiry into the fate of it was desirable he should be little seen in other words that ho should spend the day entirely in the house to this end and further to his fable he had brought in the leather case not only writing materials but a of large size music paper such as he considered suitable for an ambitious character like s and now to work said he when he had satisfied his appetite we must leave traces of the wretched man s activity and he wrote in bold characters orange op j b f score the jim n i suppose ihey never do begin like this reflected but then it s quite out of the question for me to tackle a full score and was so a would be found convincing i believe to let me see to william by his obedient servant the and now some music i had better avoid the it seems to present difficulties let s give an air for the tenor key � o something modem � seven and he made a business like signature across the and then paused and for a while on the handle of his pen melody with no better inspiration than a sheet of paper is not usually found to spring in the mind of the amateur nor is the key of seven a place of much repose to the he cast away that it will help to build up the character of remarked and again waited on the muse in various keys and on divers sheets of paper but all with results bo that he stood aghast it s very odd thought he i seem to have less fancy than i thought or this is an off day with me yet must leave something and again he bent himself to the task presently the penetrating chill of the began to attack the very seat of life he from his trial and to the audible annoyance of the rats walked briskly up and down the cabin still he was cold this is all nonsense said he i don t care thb box about the risk but i will not catch a i most get out of this den he stepped on deck and passing to the bow of his looked for the first time up the river he started only a few hundred yards above another lay among the it was very and span an elegant hung at the stem the windows were concealed by snowy curtains a flag floated from a the more looked at it the more there mingled with his disgust a sense of impotent surprise it was veiy like his uncle s it was exceedingly like it was identical but for two circumstances he could have sworn it was the same the that his had gone to might be explained away by that of purpose which is so common a trait among the more than usually manly the second however was it was not in the least like mr to display a banner on his floating residence and if he ever did it would certainly be in hues of propriety now the like the vast majority of the more manly had drawn knowledge at the wells of cambridge � he was wooden spoon in the year and the flag upon the streamed on the afternoon air with the colors of that seat of that cradle of that home of the and the � oxford still it was strangely like thought and as he thus looked and thought the door opened the tb and a young lady stepped forth on deck the dropped and fled into his cabin it was through the window he watched her draw in the get on board of it cast off and come dropping down stream in his direction well all is up now said he and he fell on a seat gk od afternoon miss said a voice on the water knew it for the voice of his landlord af replied but i don t know who you are do i oh yes i do though you are the nice man that gave us leave to sketch from the old s heart leaped with fear that s it returned the man and what i wanted to say was as you couldn t do it any more you see i ve let it let it cried let it for a month said the man seems strange don t it can t see what the party wants with it it seems very romantic of him i think said what sort of a person is he in her the landlord in his were close alongside and holding on by the of the so that not a word was lost on he s a music man said the landlord or at least that s what he told me miss come down here to write an op ra cried i never heard of anything so thb box delightful i we shall be able to slip down at night and hear him i what is his name said the man repeated and her memory in vain but indeed our rising school of english music so many professors that we rarely hear of one till he is made a are you sure you have it right made him spell it to me replied the landlord j i m s o n� and his op ra s called � some kind of tea ome bind of tea cried the girl what a very singular name for an opera what can it be about and heard her pretty laughter flow abroad we must try to get acquainted with this mr i feel sure he 