Clumber chase; or, Love's riddle solved by a royal sphinxA tale of the restoration . dog, too, and not a man, andas a dog, deserves to be treated with all the re-spect due to his good and noble race. Ah! I see. Master Hartsfoot, I shall get nohelps from you. Marchand d^oignons sy con-nait en ciboules ; and you and Monsieur le Capi-taine sont tout les deux^ petris de la meme belledme: Now, my good friend, let us see the picture, 1670. Clumber Chase, 119 for I am anxious for ^Ir. Locke to begin hissitting. And Hollar produced a really admirable andmost pleasing full length likeness of the hand-s
Clumber chase; or, Love's riddle solved by a royal sphinxA tale of the restoration . dog, too, and not a man, andas a dog, deserves to be treated with all the re-spect due to his good and noble race. Ah! I see. Master Hartsfoot, I shall get nohelps from you. Marchand d^oignons sy con-nait en ciboules ; and you and Monsieur le Capi-taine sont tout les deux^ petris de la meme belledme: Now, my good friend, let us see the picture, 1670. Clumber Chase, 119 for I am anxious for ^Ir. Locke to begin hissitting. And Hollar produced a really admirable andmost pleasing full length likeness of the hand-some young Cavalier and his two canine friends,and as he excelled in costume, the very dress, fromthe point cValenqon of the collar, to the largerowelled gold spur of the buff cavalier boot, hadboth likeness and character in it. Both Harts-foot and Locke pronounced the likeness perfect,and were delighted with the portrait, in an artis-tic point of view. And as Mr. Locke gave himtwo hours for this, his first sitting, his portraitpromised to be equally good. 120 Clumber Chase, CHAPTEE YI. THE SURPRISE WEIGHS ANCHOR. iT was the last week in November. TheSurprise ^ had sailed for Tangiers,about three weeks; this Dorothyknew from having heard from Gilbertthe day on which it was to sail, otherwise shemight have ignored the fact; for even the newsof the most public and important occurrences,travelled so slowly and uncertainly in those had kept her promise to her mother, andnever let a tear or a shadow appear on her face;but at night when she took off this brave armourof resignation, she paid dearly for the valour ofthe day, and mip:ht have sunk under her utterprostration of spirit, but that her prayers wereon the sea, and they buoyed her up. VictorHugo, among the many true and beautiful thingshe has said, has one memorable utterance thatshould be stereotyped as the universal epitaph ofall the unmourned and unhonoured of the way in which paupers are hud-dle
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