mured the lawyer, reviewing matters in his
mind. "I always understood from books that your countrymen were in a
hurry. And so you would have gone forty miles to town and back--before
dinner--to get a scarab? How intensely American! But you talk exactly
like an Englishman, Mr. Sargent."

"That is a fault that can be remedied. There's only one question I'd
like to ask you. You said it was inconceivable that any man should stop
a train on your road?"

"And so it is-absolutely inconceivable."

"Any sane man, that is?"

"That is what I meant, of course. I mean, with excep--"

"Thank you."

The two men departed. Wilton checked himself as he was about to fill a
pipe, took one of my cigars instead, and was silent for fifteen minutes.

Then said he: "Have you got a list of the Southampton sailings on you?"

Far away from the greystone wings, the dark cedars, the faultless gravel
drives, and the mint-sauce lawns of Holt Hangars runs a river called
the Hudson, whose unkempt banks are covered with the palaces of those
wealthy beyond the dreams of avarice. Here, where the hoot of the
Haverstraw brick-barge-tug answers the howl of the locomotive on either
shore, you shall find, with a complete installation of electric light,
nickel-plated binnacles, and a calliope attachment to her steam-whistle,
the twelve-hundred-ton ocean-going steam-yacht Columbia, lying at her
private pier, to take to his office, at an average speed of seventeen
knots an hour,--and the barges can look out for themselves,--Wilton
Sargent, American.

MY SUNDAY AT HOME

If the Red Slayer think he slays,
Or if the slain think he is slain,
They know not well the subtle ways
I keep and pass and turn again.
EMERSON.

It was the unreproducible slid r, as he said this was his "fy-ist" visit
to England, that told me he was a New-Yorker from New York; and when, in
the course of our long, lazy journey westward from Waterloo, he enlarged
upon the beauties of his city, I, professing ignorance, said no word. He
had, amazed and delighted at the man's civility, given the London porter
a shilling for carrying his bag nearly fifty yards; he had thoroughly
investigated the first-class lavatory compartment, which the London and
Southwestern sometimes supply without extra charge; and now, half-awed,
half-contemptuous, but wholly interested, he looked out upon the ordered
English landscape wrapped in its Sunday