y part--I begged him to go back with me to Marly, promising him the
joys described in old Thomas Randolph's invitation to the country:

We'll seek a shade,
And hear what music's made--
How Philomel
Her tale doth tell,
And how the other birds do fill the choir:
The thrush and blackbird lend their throats,
Warbling melodious notes.
We will all sport _enjoy_, which others but _desire_.

[Illustration: THE MILK OF HUMAN KINDNESS.]

I engaged to furnish him his regimen of whey, and did not omit to quote
from the same poem, apropos of that mild Anacreontic drink, the lines
which happen to introduce his name:

And drink by stealth
A cup or two to noble _Barkley's_ health.

"The cup," I continued, "shall be at once your toast and your medicine,
and the whey shall be fresh. If you want to make a Tartar of yourself,
and feed on koemiss, I will have the milk fermented." To the baron of
Hohenfels I wrote with equal gayety, begging him to plant the stakes of
his tent in my garden until my own nomadic career should be finished. A
third letter, as my reader may imagine, was directed to the Rue Scribe,
and addressed to the American banker, the beloved of all money-needing
compatriots--Mr. John Munroe.

My letters committed to a domestic, I felt absolutely relieved from
care. I breathed freely, and recovered all my self-possession. Sing
loud, little birds! it is a comrade who listens to you.

With two days, perhaps three, of enforced leisure before me, I undertook
in a singular spirit of deliberation the criticism of my surroundings. I
began with my bed-chamber. It contained both a stove and a fireplace.
The fireplace was like all other fireplaces, but not so the stove. Stark
and straight, rising from floor to ceiling, it was fixed immovably in
the wall, a pilaster of porcelain. No stove-door interrupted its
enameled shaft: only a register of fretwork for the emission of heat,
and quite dissociated from the cares of fire-building, relieved the
ennui of this sybaritic length of polish. It was kindled--and that is
the special merit of this famous invention--from without, in the
corridor which borders the line of rooms. If you put the idea to profit,
O overtoasted friends of Flemming, I shall not regret my forced
inspection of Carlsruhe. I would distinguish less honorably that small
oblique looking-glass inserted in the bevel of the window-jamb, and
common to all th