anges. At the long end the great change puts all right. Charlotte, I
have been coming to Barf Latrigg's shearings for about half a century. I
remember the first. I held my nurse's hand, and wore such a funny little
coat, and such a big lace collar. And, dear me! it was just such a day
as this, thirty-two years ago, that your mother walked up to the
shearing with me, Charlotte; and I asked her if she would be my wife,
and she said she would. Thou takes after her a good deal; she had the
very same bright eyes and bonny face, and straight, tall shape thou has
to-day. Barf Latrigg was sixty then, turning a bit gray, but able to
shear with any man they could put against him. He'll be ninety now; but
his father lived till he was more than a hundred, and most of his
fore-elders touched the century. He's had his troubles too."

"I never heard of them."

"No. They are dead and buried. A dead trouble may be forgot: it is the
living troubles that make the eyes dim, and the heart fail. Yes, yes;
Barf is as happy as a boy now, but I remember when he was back-set and
fore-set with trouble. In life every thing goes round like a cart-wheel.
Eh? What?"

In a short time they reached the outer wall of the farm. They were eight
hundred feet above the valley; and looking backwards upon the woods from
their airy shelf, the tops of the trees appeared like a solid green
road, on which they might drop down and walk. Stone steps in the stone
wall admitted them into the enclosure, and then they saw the low gray
house spreading itself in the shadow of the noble sycamores--

... "musical with bees;
Such tents the patriarchs loved."

As they approached, the old statesman strode to the open door to meet
them. He was a very tall man, with a bright, florid face, and a great
deal of fine, white hair. Two large sheep-dogs, which only wanted a hint
to be uncivil, walked beside him. He had that independent manner which
honorable descent and absolute ownership of house and land give; and he
looked every inch a gentleman, though he wore only the old dalesman's
costume,--breeches of buckskin fastened at the knees with five silver
buttons, home-knit stockings and low shoes, and a red waistcoat, open
that day, in order to show the fine ruffles on his shirt. He was
precisely what Squire Sandal would have been, if the Sandals had not
been forced by circumstances into contact with a more cultivated and a
more ambitious life.

"Welcome, Sandal! I h