ock on Sunday came: the two beaux arrived punctually at the door
to receive the two smiling ladies.

"Bless us, Mr. Eglantine!" said Miss Crump, quite struck by him, "I
never saw you look so handsome in your life." He could have flung his
arms around her neck at the compliment. "And law, Ma! what has happened
to Mr. Woolsey? doesn't he look ten years younger than yesterday?" Mamma
assented, and Woolsey bowed gallantly, and the two gentlemen exchanged a
nod of hearty friendship.

The day was delightful. Eglantine pranced along magnificently on his
cantering armchair, with his hat on one ear, his left hand on his side,
and his head flung over his shoulder, and throwing under-glances at
Morgiana whenever the "Emperor" was in advance of the clarence. The
"Emperor" pricked up his ears a little uneasily passing the Ebenezer
chapel in Richmond, where the congregation were singing a hymn, but
beyond this no accident occurred; nor was Mr. Eglantine in the least
stiff or fatigued by the time the party reached Richmond, where he
arrived time enough to give his steed into the charge of an ostler, and
to present his elbow to the ladies as they alighted from the clarence
carriage.

What this jovial party ate for dinner at the "Star and Garter" need
not here be set down. If they did not drink champagne I am very much
mistaken. They were as merry as any four people in Christendom; and
between the bewildering attentions of the perfumer, and the manly
courtesy of the tailor, Morgiana very likely forgot the gallant Captain,
or, at least, was very happy in his absence.

At eight o'clock they began to drive homewards. "WON'T you come into the
carriage?" said Morgiana to Eglantine, with one of her tenderest looks;
"Dick can ride the horse." But Archibald was too great a lover of
equestrian exercise. "I'm afraid to trust anybody on this horse," said
he with a knowing look; and so he pranced away by the side of the little
carriage. The moon was brilliant, and, with the aid of the gas-lamps,
illuminated the whole face of the country in a way inexpressibly lovely.

Presently, in the distance, the sweet and plaintive notes of a bugle
were heard, and the performer, with great delicacy, executed a religious
air. "Music, too! heavenly!" said Morgiana, throwing up her eyes to the
stars. The music came nearer and nearer, and the delight of the company
was only more intense. The fly was going at about four miles an hour,
and the "Emperor" began ca