Morton, Robert, jeweller in Edinburgh.
Newlands, James, merchant in Glasgow.
Robb, William, one of the partners of Inglis and
Robb, merchants in Glasgow.

Messrs Roberts and Crawford, paper-makers at Kinlieth Bank-mill, parish of Currie, county of Edinburgh.

Taylor, James, baker and farmer at Whitburn. Taylor, John, and Co. grocers and merchants, Glasgow.

Thomson, Alexander, merchant in Glasgow. Thomsons, Brothers, booksellers in Edinburgh. Thomson, James, timber-merchant and wright in Glasgow.

West, Edward, and Co. booksellers in Edinburgh. Wilson, Andrew, spirit-dealer at Bankton, near Glasgow.

Clyne, John, merchant in Leith; a dividend 21st December.

Graham, John, merchant and manufacturer in Glasgow; a dividend on 20th January.

Hutton, John, late chemist at the Water of Leith; a dividend 1st January.

Maclennan, Murdo, mealmonger at Tulloch of Lochcarron; a dividend on 11th January. Marshall, Peter, and Co. merchants in Glasgow ; a dividend on 3d February.

Robertson, James, spirit-dealer in Edinburgh; a dividend on 15th March.

Robertson, Samuel, late spirit-merchant in Leith; a dividend 21st December.

Rae, John, candlemaker in Edinburgh; a final dividend on 31st January.

Turnbull, Sandeman, merchant in Glasgow; a first and final dividend on 20th January.

Turnbull, Robert, seedsman, Edinburgh; a dividend 4th January.

BIRTHS.

April 14, At Nugpore, the Lady of Dr George Adams, of a daughter.

June 23. At Jaulnah, the Lady of Lieut. A. Fraser, quarter-master of the 45th Native Infantry, of a son.

29. At Calcutta, the Lady of Captain M'Leod, Engineers, of a son.

Nov. 2. At the Court of St Petersburgh, the Lady of Viscount Strangford, of a son.

22. At Gibraltar, the Lady of Lieut-Col. Allan, 94th Regiment, of a daughter.

27. At Churston Ferrers, Devon, the Lady of Lieut.-Col. Wood, of Dee Bank, of a son.

Dec. 1. Mrs Wishart of a daughter.

2. At Powis Castle, Lady Lucy Clive, of a son. 3. At Canterbury, the Lady of Major Wallace, of the King's Dragoon Guards, of a son.

5. At Wellesbourn, Warwickshire, the Lady of 6. At Marine Cottage, Mrs Major Lyell, of a son. James Napier, Esq. of a son.

8. At Traquair Manse, Mrs Campbell, of a daughter.

At Castle Fraser, the Lady of Colonel Fraser,

At York Terrace, Regent Park, London,

Mrs John Small, of a son.

At Springhill, the Lady of George Forbes, Esq. of a daughter.

9. The Lady of Captain Macqueen of Corrybrough, of a daughter.

At Tay Street, Dundee, the Lady of Dr John Maxwell, of a daughter.

At Ormiston Hall, the Lady of Warren Hastings Anderson, Esq. of a son.

15. At Edinburgh, the Lady of Alexander Norman Macleod, Esq. of Harris, of a daughter.

16. Mrs Renton, James's Square, of a daughter. 17. At Banff, the Lady of the late Patrick Duff, Esq. of Carnousie, of a son.

19. At St Andrews, the Lady of Anthony Mactier, Esq. late of Calcutta, of a daughter.

23. At Dalkeith, the Lady of Major Montgomerie of Annick, of a son.

24. Mrs Johnston of Sands, of a daughter. 25. At Queen Street, Mrs Ballingall, of a son. At Rozelle, Mrs A. West Hamilton, of a daughter.

26. At Rosebank, Mrs Dunbar, of a son. 28. At Kenblethmont, the Right Hon. Lady Jane Lindsay Carnegie, of a son.

31. At Paris, Mrs Maginn, of a daughter.

MARRIAGES.

July 4. At Madras, Donald Macleod, Esq. Lieutenant in the 4th Regt. Madras Light Cavalry, to Emily, second daughter of the late Major-General Durand.

Aug. 1. At St Andrew's Church, Calcutta, Robert Eglinton, Esq. merchant, to Margaret Dun, fourth daughter of Robert Low, Esq. cashier of the Dundee Bunking Company.

Nov. 26. George Fife, Esq. son of William Fife, Newcastle-on-Tyne, to Eliza, daughter of the late Major David Robertson, Assistant Barrack Master General, North Britain.

28. At St Dunstan's, London, William Reid, Esq. M. D. to Helen Anne, fourth daughter of the Rev. James Porteous, St James's Square, Edinburgh.

De c. I. At Corsairtly, the Rev. William Ranny,

minister of Fochabers, to Catherine Matilda, second daughter of the late Charles Evans, Esq. of Woolwich.

5. At Dowager Lady Saltoun's Cottage, near Inverness, William Macdowall Grant, Esq. to the Hon. Miss-Eleanor Fraser.

8. At Easby, near Richmond, Yorkshire, Lieut.Colonel Henry Lane, to the Hon. Harriet Frances Dundas, second daughter of Lord Dundas.

9. At Edinburgh, Peter Campbell, Esq. Northumberland Street, to Isabella, daughter of George Malcolm, Esq. merchant, Hull.

12. At Sandon, Staffordshire, John Stuart Wortley, Esq. M.P. eldest son of J. A. Stuart Wortley, M.P. to Lady Georgiana Ryder, third daughter of the Earl of Harrowby.

13. At Edinburgh, Francis Grove, Esq. Lieutenant Royal Navy, second son of Edward Grove, Esq. of Shenstone Park, Staffordshire, to Emily, only child of the late George Ure, Esq. late of the Bengal Medical Establishment.

At Stirling, Robert Clarke, Esq. Campsie, to Isabella, third daughter of the late Robert Young, Esq. of Stirling.

At St George's, Hanover Square, London, Thomas Waddington, Esq. of St Remy, to Janette, second daughter of the late Colin Chisholm, Esq. M. D.

14. At Manchester, Alex. Abercromby, Esq. merchant, Glasgow, to Janet, eldest daughter of the late Peter M'Laren, Esq. of Manchester.

At Leith, George Goodlet, Esq. merchant, to Mary, daughter of John Hay, Esq. shipowner. 15. Mr Andrew M'Naught, confectioner, Leith, to Jessie, second daughter of Mr William Bell, Blackadder Mains.

At the Chapel of the British Embassy, Paris, George William Lefevre, M. D. to Frederica Clavering, daughter of Colonel Charles Fraser, of the Hon. East India Company's service.

-At London, the Rev. Daniel Heneage Finch Hatton, of Weldon, to Lady Louisa Greville, youngest daughter of the late Hon. Robert F. Greville, and Louisa, in her own right Countess of Mansfield, his wife.

17. At the Doune of Rothiemurchus, Gervaise Pennington, Esq. Colonel in the service of the Hon. East India Company, commanding the Brigade of Horse Artillery in Bengal, to Jane, second daughter of John Peter Grant of Rothiemurchus, Esq. M. P.

At Mary-le-Bonne Church, London, William Knight Dehany, Esq. Solicitor to the Excise in Scotland, to Elizabeth Favell, second daughter of Vice-Admiral Scott.

DEATHS.

May 14. At Trichnopoly, Lieut. Alex. Gordon Donaldson, of the 5th Regiment of Madras Cavalry, eldest son of Dr Donaldson, physician, Ayr.

June 18. On the Arracan River, J. Cochrane, Esq. M. D. son of the late Lieut.-Colonel Cochrane of the Royals, assistant-surgeon on the Madras Establishment.

July 14. At Meerut, Major-General Sir David Ochterlony, Bart. and G. C. B. President for Mulwah and Rejpootana, and commanding the western division of the army. This event appears to have occasioned a deep sensation of grief among all who had access to appreciate his private vir

tues. The Bombay Gazette, in speaking of him, says," As a public character, we are not aware of his parallel in the annals of British India. During a most active service of forty-seven years, in the double capacity of statesman and soldier, his unremitted exertions, and unerring judgment, contributed largely to the stability of government, and prosperity of the country.'

28. At Bombay, Colonel Cowper, Commandant of Engineers.

Sept. 20. At Kirthick, James Wood, M. D. Esq. of Kirthick, aged 73.

Oct. At Tobago, Captain Robert Macalister of Irvine.

25. At Halifax, Nova Scotia, Lady Mitchell, widow of Sir Andrew Mitchell.

Nov. 21. At Pau-bas, Pyrenees, Mary Rannie Mansfield, third daughter of John Mansfield, Esq. of Midmar.

-At Vienna, his Serene Highness Duke Charles Eugene of Lorraine, of an apoplectic fit. His Highness was the last male branch of the illustrious House of Lorraine.

23. At Kelso, aged 81, Dr Andrew Wilson, physician there.

-At Tobermory, Mrs Sinclair of Lochalin.

At Geneva, in the prime of life, Henry William Lambton, Esq. third son of William Henry Lambton, Esq. of Lambton, in Durham.

25 At Harrow, of typhus fever, William, eldest son of Major-General Douglas of Timpendean. 26. At Edinburgh, Janet, only surviving daughter of the late Mr Thomas George, merchant, Čupar Fife.

27. At Edinburgh, John Keir, Esq. of the island of Madeira, and Ledgers, Surry.

-At George's Square, Mrs Isabella Kerr, spouse of the Rev. Dr Simpson, one of the Ministers of Edinburgh.

-At Glenary, Argyllshire, Mrs Hislop, wife of D. Hislop, Esq. Inverary.

28. At Edinburgh, aged 95, Mrs Marianne Sidelje Van Hoogwerff, widow of William Stewart, Esq. late of St Catherines.

At Edinburgh, Miss Willielmina Hathorn, eldest daughter of the deceased Hugh Hathorn of Castlewigg, Esq.

At Fasnacloich, Miss Stewart, daughter of the late James Stewart, Esq. of Fasnacloich.

29. At London, William Ogilvie, Esq. of Westhall.

-At Middleton, the Lady of E. W. H. Schenley, Esq.

Mrs Agnes Gibson, relict of John Archibald, Esq. merchant.

-At Edinburgh, Mrs Wynne, wife of the Rev. Richard Wynne.

30. Drowned at sea, from on board the ship Charles Forbes, Thomas, third son of Mr W. Allan, Leith.

-At Limekilns, Mr William Millar, shipbuilder, aged 71.

At Stornoway, Mr Evander M. Reid, third son of the deceased John Reid, Esq. late Collector of his Majesty's Customs there.

At Wellington Place, Leith, Miss Cecil C. Aire, youngest daughter of the late Lieut. John Aire, Royal Navy.

Dec. 1. At Taganroc, a small town on the shore of the sea of Asof, of an inflammatory fever, Alexander, Emperor of all the Russias. The last words which he pronounced were expressive of his profound resignation to the decrees of Providence. His last moments were very calm. Alexander was born the 22d December 1777, began to reign in March 1801, and consequently had approached the close of the 48th year of his age, and 25th of his reign.

- At Finlarig, Mr Robert Robertson, land-surveyor.

At Linlithgow, Thomas Baird, Esq. of Parkly. -At London, General Archibald Campbell. -At Castlemilk, Captain William Stirling, late of the 1st regiment of Dragoon Guards.

2. At Dunfermline, Mrs Margaret Fisher, relict of Mr Alexander Hunt, merchant.

-At Wallingwells, in the county of Nottingham, the lady of Sir Thomas Woollaston White of Wallingwells, Bart. and youngest daughter of the late George Ramsay of Barnton, Esq.

3. At her house, Portobello, in the 80th year of her age, Mrs Margaret Grant, daughter of Roderick Macleod, Esq. writer to the signet, and relict of John Grant of Gilgraston, Esq.

At James Place, Leith, Mrs Janet Aire, wife of Mr James Hardie.

At Edinburgh, Mr Thomas Neilson, KirkTreasurer to the city of Edinburgh.

-At Hope Park, Mrs Wright, aged 82. 4. At Kennet Pans, John Stein, Esq. -At Selkirk, Mr James Douglas Oliver, late rector of the Grammar School of Selkirk.

At his sister's, the Countess Dowager of Caithness's house, George Street, Edinburgh, Captain Patrick Campbell of Barcaldine.

5. At Edinburgh, William Skirving, Esq. late of Plewland Hill, Haddingtonshire.

-At Aberdeen, Robert Harvey, Esq. of Braco. -William, fourth son of Hugh Mossman, Esq. of Achtyfardle.

8. At Manse of Peterculter, Janet, daughter of the late Mr Patrick Stirling, writer in Dunblane. -At Nelson Street, Thomas, infant son of Mr J. Weir, writer to the signet.

9. At Corsephairn, the Rev. Mr Currie, minister of the parish. He died of apoplexy in the inn immediately after the performance of a marriage ceremony.

At Glasgow, James, second son of Mr William Reid, bookseller.

10. Rear-Admiral Bingham. This respectable and worthy officer had just completed his arrangements in London, prior to his departure for Portsmouth, where he was to have hoisted his flag on board the Warspite, when, in consequence of getting wet through, he was seized on the 2d instant with a sudden attack of Erysipelas, which, notwithstanding his previous state of perfect health, baffled the skill of his physician. He was on the point of proceeding to the East Indies, as Commanderin-Chief of his Majesty's ships on that station.

-At Peebles, Mrs Elizabeth Williamson, widow of John Murray Robertson, Esq. commissary sheriff-clerk of Peebles-shire.

-At Peasebanks, Hamilton, William, youngest son of Dr Whitehead, Hamilton.

11. At his house, Hillside Crescent, Alexander Allan, Esq. of Hillside.

At Edinburgh, Mr John Steele, late saddler. -At London, James J. Davidson, second son of Dr Davidson, Marischal College, Aberdeen. -At Fort Street, North Leith, Alice Burnet, 5th daughter of Mr Thomas Brown, of the Customs. -At Avignon, the Hon. Mrs Long.

-At Tain, Mr Patrick Calder, late supervisor of Excise.

12. At her house in Lower Grosvenor Street, London, in the 92d year of her age, the Dowager Marchioness of Bath.

14. At Millhill, Musselburgh, Alex. Campbell, Esq. late of the island of Jamaica.

15. Mrs Margaret Elphinstone Crawford, wife of Alexander Spiers Crawford, residing at Morningside.

16. Mrs James Watt, the original publisher of the Montrose Review. On his passage to London, in the Eagle, of Montrose, he fell overboard in Yarmouth Roads, and was drowned.

-At Quarryholes, in the 70th year of his age, Mr John Bryden.

- Mr Alex. Cuthbertson, tinsmith, North Hanover Street, Edinburgh.

- At Larbert, the Rev. Dr Knox, minister of that parish.

17. At her house in Abercromby Place, Mrs Anderson, of Kingask.

-At Clatto, in the county of Fife, Robert Low, Esq. of Clatto.

19. At Louisfield, near Duddingstone, Louis Cauvin, Esq. for many years a teacher of French in Edinburgh.

At 69, Canongate, Mrs Catharine Charles. At Montrose, Mrs Gairdyne, widow of Alex. Gairdyne, Esq. late of Bridgeton.

-At Mid-Calder, at the advanced age of 96, Helen Anderson, relict of Mr James Kirkland, late surgeon at Mid-Calder, and sister of Dr James Anderson, the well-known author of "The Bee."

Jan. 5, 1826.-At Glasgow, Henry Erskine, youngest son of Mr Walter Wardlaw, Richmond Street.

No. CX.

VOL. XIX.

John Wilson

HAVE you any intention, dear reader, of building a house in the country? If you have, pray, for your own sake and ours, let it not be a Cottage. We presume that you are obliged to live, one half of the year at least, in a town. Then why change altogether the character of your domicile and your establishment? You are an inhabitant of Edinburgh, and have a house in the Circus, or Heriot-Row, or Abercromby Place, or Queen Street. The said house has five or six stories, and is such a palace as one might expect in the City of Palaces. Your drawing-rooms can, at a pinch, hold some ten score of modern Athenians-your dining-room might feast one-half of the contribu tors to this Magazine-your " placens Uxor" has her boudoir-your eldest daughter, now verging on womanhood, her music-room-your boys their own studio-the governess her retreat-and the tutor his den-the housekeeper sits like an over-grown spider in her own sanctum-the butler bargains for his dim apartment-and the four maids must have their front-area-window. In short, from cellarage to garret, all is complete, and Number Forty-two is really a splendid Mansion.

Now, dear reader, far be it from us to question the propriety or prudence of such an establishment. Your house was not built for nothing-it was no easy thing to get the painters outthe furnishing thereof was no trifle the feu-duty is really unreasonable, VOL. XIX.

and taxes are taxes still, notwithstanding the principles of free trade, and the universal prosperity of the country. Servants are wasteful, and their wages absurd-and the whole style of living, with long-necked bottles, most extravagant. But still we do not object to your establishment,-far from it, we admire it much-nor is there a single house in town where we make ourselves more agreeable to a late hour, or that we leave with a greater quantity of wine of a good quality under our gir dle. Few things would give us more temporary uneasiness, than to hear of any embarrassment in your moneyconcerns. We are not people to forget good fare, we assure you; and long and far may all shapes of sorrow keep aloof from the hospitable board, whether illuminated by gas, oil-lamp, or candle.

But what we were going to say was this that the head of such a house ought not to live, when ruralizing, in a Cottage. He ought to be consistent. Nothing so beautiful as consistency. What then is so absurd as to cram yourself, your wife, your numerous progeny, and your scarcely less numerous menials, into a concern called a Cottage? The ordinary heat of a baker's oven is very few degrees above that of a brown study, during the month of July, in a substantial, low-roofed Cottage. Then the smell of the kitchen! How it aggravates the sultry closeness! A strange, compounded, in

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explicable smell of animal, vegetable, and mineral matter! It is at the worst during the latter part of the forenoon, when everything has been got into preparation for cookery. There is then nothing savoury about the smell, -it is dull, dead,—almost catacombish. A small back-kitchen has it in its power to destroy the sweetness of any Cottage. Add a scullery, and the three are omnipotent. Of the eternal clashing of pots, pans, plates, trenchers, and general crockery, we now say nothing; indeed, the sound somewhat relieves the smell, and the ear comes occasionally in to the aid of the nose. Such noises are Godsends; but not so the scolding of cook and butler,-at first low and tetchy, with pauses,— then sharp, but still interrupted,-by and by loud and ready in reply,-finally a discordant gabble of vulgar fury, like maniacs quarrelling in bedlam. Hear it you must,-you and all the strangers. To explain it away is impossible; and your fear is, that Alecto, Tisiphone, or Megara, will come flying into the parlour with a bloody cleaver, dripping with the butler's brains. During the time of the quarrel, the spit has been standing still, and a jigot of the five-year-old blackface burnt on one side to a cinder."To dinner with what appetite you may.".

It would be quite unpardonable to forget one especial smell which irretrievably ruined our happiness during a whole summer,-the smell of a dead rat. The accursed vermin died somewhere in the Cottage; but whether beneath a floor, within lath and plaster, or in roof, baffled the conjectures of the most sagacious. The whole family used to walk about the Cottage for hours every day, snuffing on a travel of discovery; and we distinctly remember the face of one elderly maiden-lady at the moment she thought she had traced the source of the fumée to the wall behind a window-shutter. But even at the very same instant we ourselves had proclaimed it with open nostril from a press in an opposite corner. Terriers were procured, but the dog Billy himself would have been at fault. To pull down the whole Cottage would have been difficult,-at least to build it up again would have been so; so we had to submit. Custom, they say, is second nature, but not when a dead rat is in the house,

No, none can ever be accustomed to that; yet good springs out of evil, for the live rats could not endure it, and emigrated to a friend's house, about a mile off, who has never had a sound night's rest from that day. We have not re-visited our Cottage for several years; but time does wonders, and we were lately told by a person of some veracity, that the sinell was then nearly gone, but our informant is a gentleman of blunted olfactory nerves, having been engaged from seventeen to seventy in a soap-work.

Smoke too! More especially that mysterious and infernal sort, called back-smoke! The old proverb, "No smoke without fire," is a base lie. We have seen smoke without fire in every room in a most delightful Cottage we once inhabited during the dog-days. The moment you rushed for refuge even into a closet, you were blinded and stifled; nor shall we ever forget our horror on being within an ace of smotheration in the cellar. At last, we groped our way into the kitchen. Neither cook nor jack was visible. We heard, indeed, a whirring and revolving noise-and then suddenly Girzie swearing through the mist. Yet all this while people were admiring our Cottage from a distance, and especially this self-same accursed back-smoke, some portions of which had made an excursion up the chimneys, and was wavering away in a spiral form to the sky, in a style captivating to Mr Price on the Picturesque.

No doubt, there are many things very romantic about a Cottage. Creepers, for example. Why, sir, these creepers are the most mischievous nuisance that can afflict a family. There is no occasion for mentioning names, but-devil take all parasites. Some of the rogues will actually grow a couple of inches upon you in one day's time; and when all other honest plants are asleep, the creepers are hard at it all night long, stretching out their toes and their fingers, and catching an inextricable hold of every wall they can reach, till, finally, you see them thrusting their impudent heads through the very slates. Then, like other lowbred creatures, they are covered with vermin. All manner of moths-the most grievous grubs-slimy slugsspiders spinning toils to ensnare the caterpillar-earwigs and slaters, that would raise the gorge of a country cu

rate-wood-lice the slaver of gowk's spittle-midges-jocks-with-the-manylegs--in short, the whole plague of insects infest that-Virgin's bower. Open the lattice for half-an-hour, and you find yourself in an entymological museum. Then, there are no pins fixing down the specimens. All these bectles are alive, more especially the enormous blackguard crawling behind your ear. A moth plumps into your tumbler of cold negus, and goes whirling round in meal, till he makes absolute porritch. As you open your mouth in amazement, the large blue-bottle-fly, having made his escape from the spiders, and seeing that not a moment is to be lost, precipitates himself headforemost down your throat, and is felt, after a few ineffectual struggles, settling in despair at the very bottom of your stomach. Still, no person will be so unreasonable as to deny that creepers on a Cottage are most beautiful. For the sake of their beauty, some little sacrifices must be made of one's comforts, especially as it is only for one half of the year, and last really was a most delightful summer.

How truly romantic is a thatch roof! The eaves how commodious for sparrows! What a paradise for rats and mice! What a comfortable colony of vermin! They all bore their own tunnels in every direction, and the whole interior becomes a Cretan labyrinth. Frush, frush becomes the whole cover in a few seasons; and not a bird can open his wing, not a rat switch his tail, without scattering the straw like chaff. Eternal repairs! Look when you will, and half-a-dozen thatchers are riding on the rigging: of all operatives they are most inoperative. Then there is always one of the number descending the ladder for a horn of ale! Without warning, the straw is all used up; and no more fit for the purpose can be got within twenty miles. They hint heather-and you sigh for slate the beautiful sky-blue, sea-green, Ballahulish slate! But the summer is nearly over and gone, and you must be flitting back to the city -so you let the job stand over to spring, and the soaking rains and snows of a long winter search the cottage to its heart's-core, and every floor is ere long laden with a crop of fungi-the bed-posts are ornamented curiously with lichens, and mosses

bathe the walls with their various and inimitable lustre.

Everything is romantic that is pastoral-and what more pastoral than sheep? Accordingly, living in a Cottage, you kill your own mutton. Great lubberly Leicesters or South-Downs are not worth the mastication, so you keep the small black-face. Stone-walls are ugly things, you think, near a Cottage, so you have rails or hurdles. Day and night are the small blackface, out of pure spite, bouncing through or over all impediments, after an adventurous leader, and despising the daisied turf, keep nibbling away at all your rare flowering shrubs, till your avenue is a desolation. Every twig has its little ball of wool, and it is a rare time for the nest-makers. You purchase a colley, but he compromises the affair with the fleecy nation, and contents himself with barking all night long at the moon, if there happen to be one, if not, at the firmament of his kennel. You are too humane to hang or drown Luath, so you give him to a friend. But Luath is in love with the cook, and pays her nightly visits. Afraid of being entrapped, should he step into the kennel, he takes up his station, after supper, on a knoll within ear-range, and pointing his snout to the stars, joins the music of the spheres, and is himself a perfect Sirius. The gardener at last gets orders to shoot him-and the gun being somewhat rusty, bursts and blows off his left hand-so that Andrew Fairservice retires on a pension.

Of all breeds of cattle we most admire the Alderney. They are slim, delicate, wild-deer-looking creatures, that give an air to a Cottage. But they are most capricious milkers. Of course you make your own butter; that is to say, with the addition of seven or eight purchased pounds weekly, you are not very often out of that commodity. Then, once or twice in a summer, they suddenly lose their temper, and chase the governess and your daughters over the edge of a gravel-pit. Nothing they like so much as the tender sprouts of cauliflower, nor do they abhor green pease. The garden-hedge is of privet, a pretty fence, and fast growing, but not formidable to a four-year-old. On going to eat a few gooseberries by sunrise, you start a covey of cows, that in their