285THE FOREBODING:

A SKETCH.

" Loathed Melancholy."— Milton.

" If you please, Sir Henry, the curricle is quiteready."

" Very well," replied the master to his servant;" bring me my boots, and desire her maid to ac-quaint your mistress that the carriage is waiting."

The footman left the library, and Sir HenryBuckingham, going to the window which com-manded a view of his noble park, exclaimed tohimself, " This will be a glorious day for ourdrive! the sun will be tempered by those troopsof soft clouds which are sailing about so quietly,throwing their grave shadows on the earth—theair is mild—last night's rain has filled the herbage