^^esides," added the baronet, "the French make no
pretences, and thereby escape one of the main penalties
of hypocrisy. Whereas we I — ^but I am not their advo-
cate, credit me. It is better, perhaps, to pay our homage to
virtue. At least it delays the spread of entire corruptness."

Doctor Bairam wished the baronet success, and dili-
gently endeavoured to assist his search for a mate worthy
of the pure-blood barb, by putting several mamas, whom
he visited, on the alert.
CHAPTER XIX
A DIVERSION PLAYED ON A PENNY-WHISTLE

Away with Systems I Away with a corrupt World I Let
us breathe the air of the Enchanted Island.
Golden lie the meadows: golden run the streams; red
gold is on the pine-stems. The sun is coming down to
earth, and walks the fields and the waters.
The Sim. is coming down to earth, and the fields and the
waters shout to him golden shouts. He comes, and his
heralds run before him, and touch the leaves of oaks and
planes and beeches lucid green, and the pine-stems redder
gold; leaving brightest footprints upon thickly-weeded
banks, where the foxglove's last upper-bells incline, and
bramble-shoots wander amid moist rich herbage. The
plimies of the woodland are alight ; and beyond them, over
the open, 'tis a race with the long-thrown shadows ; a race
across the heaths and up the hills, till, at the farthest
bourne of mounted eastern cloud, the heralds of the sun
lay rosy fingers and rest.
