rld. We carry our nation everywhere with us; and are in
our island, wherever we go. Toto divisos orbe--always separated from the
people in the midst of whom we are.

When we came to the steamer next morning, "the castled crag of
Drachenfels" rose up in the sunrise before, and looked as pink as the
cheeks of Master Jacky, when they have been just washed in the morning.
How that rosy light, too, did become Miss Fanny's pretty dimples, to be
sure! How good a cigar is at the early dawn! I maintain that it has a
flavor which it does not possess at later hours, and that it partakes of
the freshness of all Nature. And wine, too: wine is never so good as at
breakfast; only one can't drink it, for tipsiness's sake.

See! there is a young fellow drinking soda-water and brandy already. He
puts down his glass with a gasp of satisfaction. It is evident that he
had need of that fortifier and refresher. He puts down the beaker and
says, "How are you, Titmarsh? I was SO cut last night. My eyes, wasn't
I! Not in the least: that's all."

It is the youthful descendant and heir of an ancient line: the noble
Earl of Grimsby's son, Viscount Talboys. He is travelling with the Rev.
Baring Leader, his tutor; who, having a great natural turn and liking
towards the aristocracy, and having inspected Lady Kicklebury's cards
on her trunks, has introduced himself to her ladyship already, and has
inquired after Sir Thomas Kicklebury, whom he remembers perfectly,
and whom he had often the happiness of meeting when Sir Thomas was an
undergraduate at Oxford. There are few characters more amiable, and
delightful to watch and contemplate, than some of those middle-aged
Oxford bucks who hang about the university and live with the young
tufts. Leader can talk racing and boating with the fastest young
Christchurch gentleman. Leader occasionally rides to cover with Lord
Talboys; is a good shot, and seldom walks out without a setter or
a spaniel at his heels. Leader knows the "Peerage" and the "Racing
Calendar" as well as the Oxford cram-books. Leader comes up to town and
dines with Lord Grimsby. Leader goes to Court every two years. He is
the greatest swell in his common-room. He drinks claret, and can't stand
port-wine any longer; and the old fellows of his college admire him, and
pet him, and get all their knowledge of the world and the aristocracy
from him. I admire those kind old dons when they appear affable and
jaunty, men of the world, members of th