. The Argosy. will find yourself as happy as the day islong, and as comfortable as Mr. and Mrs. Coggin can make you. There is hardly a nook or cranny in England that my friend does notknow, scarcely a palatial mansion that he has not visited. He hasofttimes been the guest of royalty as well as of less exalted individuals,and was therefore supposed to know something about the matter. 48 In the New Forezt. For this reason I was bound for the Compton Arms, Stoney hardly knew to what I was going, but pictured a small village, withthe usual accompaniment of straggling geese and children—the
. The Argosy. will find yourself as happy as the day islong, and as comfortable as Mr. and Mrs. Coggin can make you. There is hardly a nook or cranny in England that my friend does notknow, scarcely a palatial mansion that he has not visited. He hasofttimes been the guest of royalty as well as of less exalted individuals,and was therefore supposed to know something about the matter. 48 In the New Forezt. For this reason I was bound for the Compton Arms, Stoney hardly knew to what I was going, but pictured a small village, withthe usual accompaniment of straggling geese and children—the lattermuch more noisy and disagreeable than the former. I expected tohave to retire late to rest and rise up early to avoid the annoyance ofbroken sleep by the thousand-and-one village sounds that are fiftytimes more disturbing than the continuous roar of a great city, or theeverlasting beat and plash of the surge upon the sea-shore. Thelatter, indeed, is soothing rather than otherwise. But the cocks shrill. Rustic Bridge in the New Forest, clarion, the waking-up of animal life, the commencement of villagedomestic occupations—these are only to be borne with calmness by thosewho can sleep through a battle and be undisturbed by an I was on the road to my unknown quarters. It wassufficient happiness for the time being, guarantee sufficient for thatwhich was to come. Nothing could be more glorious and beautifulthan the drive, especially as, after passing, on the left, the Kennels ofthe New Forest Foxhounds, we made progress, and entered more intothe solitude of the forest. We could not, of course, leave the highroad and penetrate into the heart of the woods; but as we went weobtained long, lovely views of glades, forest aisles and arches, beautifulbracken fronds, all full of golden, ruddy autumn tints. Here andthere squirrels ran quickly across our path, with their long bushy tailsand twinkling eyes; looking far prettier and more graceful than theydo when
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