The Dickinson press., 1891-03-28

SCINlln IlSItUuTe VI plEOCulttl tCIlNtIlCS,
which was the one brand obtainable at the
local library, and which is won't most just
ly. perhaps, to portray the country doctor
rs one who has poached on the graccs of
the angels to blend the spoils within his
visiting frock coat.
In the furtherancc of her desire | fear
she cruelty deprived herself, but l tried to
make up for this afterward. So / rccited
to my aunt's medical attendant, Il sub
scqucntly, onone memorable autumn even
ing, l found myself with ten or IL dozen
other young fellows i'll Il scant little par.
Tor in a retired little street in Philadel-
phia. We were being addressed by n wiry,
a%ttenuated gentleman in spectacles, who
was reputed for his skill in preparing raw
material for the profession, or rather for
the examinations.
You are aware, gentlemcn." he said, as
he took a thin, white, shcll-like substance
from "a box of cotton. that the temporal
bone, situated at the lateral middle and
inferior part of the skull, is divided into
the %squanous mastoid and pctrous por-
tions. Thc squam"-
The speaker was interrupted here by II
servant with a letter. The letter was for
me, from a we'll known lawyer, calling Inc
instantly home on urgent business. The
beauties of the temporal bonc were rudcly
snatched from me, and the charms of the
winged sphenoid lowering in succession
would never shed peace upon my pillow.
~ distant relative was dead, n man almost
unheard of by me, who had bcqueathed me
his fortune. 1 am an old man now, and l
suppose 1 may be classed with Travelled
Americans. If so, l claim brotherhood
with those who have iourneyed ut inter
walls obedient to opportunity or whim. In
this way l have seen much of my own
country and quite Il little of some Others.
Thus, late one Saturday night years ago,
l found myself ut Honiton, that fine mar
ket town of Dcvonshirc, famous for it's
lace, which is conjured from their round
pillows by the bright girls of the %neighbor-
ing villages. 1t was spring, and l wished
to see the queen OF English counties in her
vernal robes. At my inn some strolling
players were dispensing after II long winter
circuit. The play was over, and many of
the town folk were scattered over the
bowling alley, which had been turned into
n theatre, and were chatting pleasantly
with the company. Mr.. Victor Bivens,
manager; Mr.. Percy Brace, tragedian, and
Mr.. Wills Mounted gcumbe, general util-
ity, were ailability itself us they qua1rcd
sundry beverages will Slndry young gem
tlemcn who fingered in hospitable mood to
chat with Nine. Evangclinc Bivens, and
whisper sweet farewells to the Misses
Leonora We're and Byzantine Waverly, ere
those histrionic charlners withdrew to fry
the beefstcaks and onions, and broil the
sausages, and mash the potatoes for the
breaking up supper.
"Vhy, Lee, old fellow, you won't leave
us tonight; you will stay to SUPPER" said
hanlU1ls SJVnnS-as n IrIIn,r lynn IucSa1
among the people, shaking hands and
speaking pleasant words. Clearly he was
a favorite with the players, for many and
hearty were the wishes he would stay. lie
excused himself, and approaching me
bowed politely us he took Il sachcl from be-
hind me and passed out. There was some
thing in Mr.. Lee-Mr. Chichester Lee, as
he was called i'll the bills-that attracted
me. He WIS tall, spare and bcardless, with
brown hair, ,lquiline nose and blue eyes;
cultured, and his clothes, although we'll
Worn, had been well made. But Mr.. Chi
chester Lee had gone ont into the night,
and being tired n hungry 1 ordered some
refreshments and then retired.
After a weeks ramble on the northern
coast of the county l found myself back on
the southern, in the parish Of Briarcombe,
and the day was Easter Sunday. On a
rustic seat on the brow of Briarcombe hill
l found myself in a spot of surprising
beauty. The day was clear and genial. the
air soft, delicious and laden with the breath
of flowers. In this sheltered parish flowers
were everywhere. Thousands of primroses
were shining like stars among fresh
emerald ferns; violet blue and white were
peeping from the moses; bluebells clus-
tered under the hazel, and the May and
wild roses Oh the hedges were tangled into
garlands with the honeysuckle.
1t was a time to drink in the rest that
strengthens, to sink the cares of life in
gentle reverie and yield to a reign of peace
which sprang from the scene itself, md
came to it on the murmur of the distant
waves, and was poured on it from q dell in
the sweet notes OF the thrush, and was
echoed on it from the heavens in the carol
of the lark. AT my back was a common Of
gorse, extending far each side of the high
way. Below was the valley. Close crop
ped sheep pastures led down toit-down to
the meadows in which no living man has
seen n pillow, and where some lingering
daffodils and fresher meadowsweet pro-
claimed the presence of grand old diaries
and the realm of Devonshir cream. On
my left was rising woodland, luxuriant in
growth and rich in vivid tints and charm
ing depths of foliage, as it swept onward
to be dwarfed toward the beach. Away
before me and opposite the woodland the
profile Of a towering cliff doomed upward
to the sky and screened the western coast.
Between the woodland and the cliff was
the bay, and IRON the bay to the horizon,
calm and toned by the clear air into the
faintest blue, and bearing on its bosom the
outward and the homeward bound, there
CLEANED the silver sea. Away up the valley
an avenue of ancient oaks led to ponderous
iron gates with huge pillars of stone. Within
the gates was the manor house, and above
them its chimneys u its gables looked out
among the branches from the rcpose of
centuries. A little nearer was the hospit-
able doctors home, thanked by lofty elms
and poplars in which scores of rocks had
piled their massive nests, and under which
q well stocked trout stream rippled OH by
the willows and the rushes to the pebbles
on the shore. Then came the houses of the
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