and white candidate, and is now one of the respected knights of the shire.

Having occasion to make a purchase in the town, I went out to the necessary shop, and there saw the owner, whose name, as I do not care to divulge, was Mr. Smith.

"Are

you a Whig or a Tory, sir?" said I, willing to have a talk of local politics with him.

Upon which Mr. Smith replied, "Sir, I am green-I am green and white to the back-bone.""I did not know it then; but this was the third silly remark on which I had ventured in the course of a couple of hours; an ignoramus, to ask whether Mr. Smith was a Whig or Tory; whether he believed in the opinions of Lord John Russell, or acquiesced in the doctrines of Sir Robert Peel? Smith was green and white, as other men in the county were pink; and I do believe the candidates might have changed their opinions, and a vast body of the electors would have been pink and green and white still.

In the course, then, of the observations regarding this election that I shall have the honour to make, we will not say a word about Liberal or Conservative, but confine ourselves to the simple consideration of green and white, and pink.

Mr. Smith having brought in person my purchases to the inn, was good enough to sit down with me full a couple of hours, and gave me a pretty notion of the doings of the pink party indeed. Such doings! such a pack of rogues! such bribery and intimidators as never was heard of! And the most audacious part of these Pinks is, that they declare the Greens to be guilty of the grossest corruption and the most barefaced oppression. I had the charges from a pink in a subsequent conversation, when fruitlessly employed in endeavouring to extract from him a promise of half his vote for the Green and White.

We occupied the time in this conversation, and in the drinking of sherry and water, for a couple of hours, at least, during which I vainly hoped that there would be a cessation of the "soft" weather; but in vain. We could get no hard weather at all; and, finally, I was compelled to

We shook

take leave of Smith. each other cordially by the hand, and I was made to ascend a gig, in which I was driven to Britton Park.

Even between the flaps of a macintosh collar, with an umbrella over head, a pouring shower over that again, and a mist all around, it was easy to see the country was beautiful. Ah! blessed are ye Cockneys who live pent up in brick,-for the glimpses of rural nature that ye get in your rare holydays are a hundred times brighter to you than to those who are staring the green fields in the face from year's end to year's end. How often have we read Thomas Moore's poem of Paradise · and the Peri!

"One morn a peri at the gate

Of Eden sate disconsolate," &c. &c.

Well, I have often fancied that to that poor peri, sitting wistfully at the porter's lodge, and occasionally through the bars, getting glimpses of the scene within, the garden must have appeared a great deal more tempting and beautiful than it was to the old habitués within. I can fancy, then, I say, somewhat blasés for all the brilliancy of the fountains and grass-plats, the fruittrees, and the flowers; at least, for my part, whenever I have left New York for a month's ramble, I have found myself somewhat weary at the end of the thirty days, the fields not quite so green as they were for the first week, the forests so deliciously solemn, the distance so celestially blue. And I have not been sorry to see Old Broadway again, and eat an oyster at Niblo's, and have a look at Celeste at the Park.

No more of this, however. Suppose yourself at the old gates of Britton Park; a prim old lady swings them open, makes you a low courtesy, as you pass on through long roads and avenues that lead up to the hall. My next letter shall inform you of what we have seen described in the fashionable novels,-how a gentleman of the old country lives in his hall. Ah, dear Arabella! how little did I think I should ever be able to speak of this from experience, when you and I wandered last year by the heathery banks of the Winipeg.

The owner of Britton Hall was not at home, but had left full orders for the reception of his American guest. Like, then, to Christopher Sly, I was for a couple of days the lord of a grand house and park, of a stable full of horses, a garden full of good things, and a hall full of servants. Gods! how I rung the bells, and made the fellows run and scamper: one fat old butler, especially, will have good reason to remember the name of Wiggins, on account of the work I gave him.

The first salute I received on entering was from half a score of housedogs. There was a black Newfoundland dog, that kept up a huge yelling from his kennel under a sycamore; a St. Bernard dog, that gave me a very uproarious salute on entering the court; and other hounds of smaller degree. But I was soon removed from the company of these surly four-footed beasts, and carried off to a snug apartment, where every thing looked warmth and welcome.

The very first words that the housekeeper uttered impressed me with an idea, which I afterwards found correct, that she had seen better days, and that her manner and conversation were far above the present social position.

"You will dine, sir?" says Mrs. Thompson, making a most graceful interrogative courtesy.

Mark, she did not say, "Have you dined?" She might have said so, because it was eight o'clock, and because very likely I had dined: but though the beef-steaks at Stuffington are excellent, and there is salmon hard by, the question whether I had dined before it is not necessary here to discuss. She might have put the question, as any ordinary person would; but with a far better breeding and a more true sense of hospitality, she said, "You will dine," and was answered in the same spirit. I said I would, and I did dine. Fancy an old, lofty, black oak parlour; with tall windows looking into a park, and slim, dappled, rickety-looking deer, passing close by them. The darkeyed rogues! I hope to see some of their haunches dished on silver yet! Fancy a great, stiff, shining, damask

table-cloth, opposite which is placed a tall, red chair. On the left-hand side imagine to yourself a fire, such as they usually light here in the summer months, and containing at least three degenerated scuttles-full of London coal. Opposite is an array of old plate, polished up to a pitch of supernatural brightness, flanked on each side by a decanter in a filigree stand. In the midst of this array is a jug of the commonest earthenware- -a threepenny yellow jug, with the following inscription:BRITTON FOR EVER!

That jug, made to celebrate a former election, contained some of the best ale that a human tap ever produced; and in the discussion of that, the liquors in the flanking decanters, and of numberless other good things, this eventful evening passed away. It was like an evening out of a novel. Every thing was so trim, so good, so abundant, so ready, that my young heart expanded with satisfaction; and for a little while, at least, I felt reconciled to the aristocracy. At a proper hour (after I had made believe to peruse some very stupid county papers) the old butler was good enough to give me his arm up a great staircase, to a tall tester bed, covered (for summer) with four blankets and a counterpane, and there left me to repose.

There must be sad waste in these great houses. At luncheon next day they put fresh bottles of port and sherry on the table, just as if I had drank every drop over night. Can this be possible? Away with the thought!

And now, having come to the next morning, and having often heard you wish to know how an English gentleman of X thousand a-year spends his time, listen, dear aunt, to this description. Little did you think that your Napoleon would ever have such a property; but I had it, though it was evanescent as the splendour of my splendid godfather.

Yes, I had ten thousand a-yearmayhap more; for the fact is, like many another great lord of England, I do not know my own income, and cannot say to a few thousands what

it is. Rate it, however, at that figure, and you shall hear what took place from the beginning to the ending of the day on which I enjoyed it.

At eight o'clock, a gentleman in black brought me hot water to shave, in a jug;—it was a large, blue jug, as I recollect, with a curious picture on the great capacious stomach of it, representing a fantastic Chinese bridge, on which were two mandarins; one fishing in a stream below, and the other plucking immense oranges from a very round tree about a mile off. On the right of the picture was a pagoda or Chinese pleasure-house, surmounted by a flight of animals, whose ornithography I cannot acquaint you with. Such jugs are not unfrequent in the old country.

My clothes, taken off (as I need scarcely state) on the preceding night, were by the same gentleman removed from my apartment and returned to it, neatly folded and elegantly brushed. The latter remark will apply likewise to the boots. Warned by the previous day's experience, as soon as I awoke I asked this unliveried officer the real state of the weather; and being satisfied on this score, was in return asked by him at what hour I wished to breakfast.

This repast I had secretly determined should take place at nine o'clock; at which hour accordingly, descending in a neat morning toilet, the meal I found was prepared for

I think the two salt-cellars were one on each side of the eggs, but cannot take my affidavit. On the right hand of the plate are usually laid the letters and newspapers of the gents in the house; and it was there, in that very spot in that ancient ancestral hall-I had the joy of receiving a mission from dear-dear Passimaquoddy. But a truce to sentiment. On the side-table were laid grilled ham, a silver mustard-pot, knives handled and forks entirely composed of the same precious metal (I have bought one of the latter novelties for the use of some dear lips in Kentuck), a cold chicken, and a sort of pig's head in a jelly-very good indeed. These things were placed on the side-table-remember, not on the board-on which, perhaps, there might be a few silver forks employing a sinecure, but which is not spread until dinner.

I had proposed to walk through my parks before breakfast; but truth to tell it was a soft morning, and I did not care to wet my Hobies in any such dewy excursion. The appetite, however, was none the worse; and the breakfast and the news

papers whiled away the time royally

until about one, when a tray of biscuits, &c. was brought, with a few lean slices of meat from (evidently) one of the joints about to be devoured in the servants' hall. After partaking of these I sallied out,— first to view every one of the rooms in my house, consisting of twenty-four bed-rooms, two oak drawing-rooms, the yellow drawing-room, the great dining-room, with portraits of one's ancestors hanging on the walls, the billiard-room, the study, the gentlemen's room, &c. All my bed-rooms I observed were lofty, clean, simple, well-carpeted; furnished with sofas, reading - chairs, snug tables, and writing-books; and you may be sure I looked under the beds to see if all was right there. There was not one but had a half-dozen of thick blankets ready against the winter.

One of the grooms, when I stolled out, asked if I would like to go and see the colts and mares in the paddocks, but I preferred for this day making friends with the gardener, and wish I had never seen the mares at all; for, egad! one of them in

mere play, and when my back was turned, wanted to have a game at leap-frog with me, and sent me into a large bed of stinging-nettles, that made a countenance not naturally, I believe, ungracious, quite a temporary curiosity in point of redness.

I found Britton Park stretching for miles around me, and saw many long avenues both of limes, firs, and sycamores. I saw the hares frisking about in the Meadow Park, the deer cropping in troops in the thinner grass of their own part of the domain. How they cocked up their white ears and stared as I passed! I wonder what they thought of a young fellow from Kentuck? In the park are many wild spots planted with rushes, and rocky brawling rivulets, where 't would have been pleasant to sit, had one's Stultz pantaloons admitted of such reckless misemploy. As it was I bent my way to the garden; saw the hot-walls and the hot-houses; great, fat, red-cheeked nectarines, basking in the sun; grapes just turning purple; a deal of flowers that I don't care for, except in poems (however a description of them will be worked up, should this journal appear in print.)*

The gardener introduced me to both fruit and flowers; among the latter a lovely young cauliflower, which was cut for my dinner along with the first natural pease of the season, and a plate of mushrooms sweetly arranged with brown sauce. A cucumber, too, was another fruit

It is just as well omitted.-O. Y.

(Fill out this description.) †

Now aided marvellously by the smoke of my cigar, I returned to tea, and two hours after midnight was dozing over the consciousness of having, during that day at least, lived at the rate of 10,000l. a-year, when a chaise galloped up to the door, and the real owner of all this grandeur arrived. What boots ? What I have had, I have had; and I am sure that all the dear circle in Passimaquoddy will be glad to read this accurate account of an English gentleman's method of passing his time, and to think that their Napoleon once had 10,000l. a-year.

Mr. B. told me as if it were a matter of course with him, that he had been up at six in the morning, had canvassed a score of villages, driven a hundred miles, had not dined until ten o'clock, and proposed to be off at seven the next morning, having ordered breakfast at six.

For this day, at least, my beloved aunt will allow that I had the best part of the 10,000l. a-year.

Sic in MS.-O. Y.