his particular use.

He was walking upon the terrace finally upon the eventful day when,
amidst an immense jangling of bells from Clavering Church, where the
flag was flying, an open carriage and one of those travelling chariots
or family arks, which only English philoprogenitiveness could invent
drove rapidly with foaming horses through the Park gates, and up to the
steps of the Hall. The two battans of the sculptured door flew open. The
superior officers in black, the large and melancholy gentlemen, now in
livery with their hair in powder, the country menials engaged to aid
them, were in waiting in the hall, and bowed like elms when autumn winds
wail in the park. Through this avenue passed Sir Francis Clavering with
a most unmoved face: Lady Clavering, with a pair of bright black
eyes, and a good-humoured countenance, which waggled and nodded very
graciously: Master Francis Clavering, who was holding his mamma's skirt
(and who stopped the procession to look at the largest footman, whose
appearance seemed to strike the young gentleman), and Miss Blandy,
governess to Master Francis, and Miss Amory, her ladyship's daughter,
giving her arm to Captain Strong. It was summer, but fires of welcome
were crackling in the great hall chimney, and in the rooms which the
family were to occupy.

Monsieur Mirobolant had looked at the procession from one of the
lime-trees in the avenue. "Elle est la," he said, laying his jewelled
hand on his richly-embroidered velvet glass buttons, "Je t'ai vue, je
te benis, O ma sylphide, O mon ange!" and he dived into the thicket, and
made his way back to his furnaces and saucepans.

The next Sunday the same party which had just made its appearance at
Clavering Park, came and publicly took possession of the ancient pew
in the church, where so many of the Baronet's ancestors had prayed, and
were now kneeling in effigy. There was such a run to see the new folks,
that the Low Church was deserted, to the disgust of its pastor; and
as the state barouche, with the greys and coachman in silver wig, and
solemn footmen, drew up at the old churchyard-gate, there was such a
crowd assembled there as had not been seen for many a long day. Captain
Strong knew everybody, and saluted for all the company--the country
people vowed my lady was not handsome, to be sure, but pronounced her to
be uncommon fine dressed, as indeed she was--with the finest of shawls,
the finest of pelisses, the brilliantest of bonnets and