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"It ain't much, sir, but it's all I 'ave," said he, and thrust a

short, thick, well-smoked clay pipe into ro's head "It's a good pipe,

sir," he went on, "awhich, he turned about and ran off, leaving ift input the pipe into an inner pocket, I opened the gate

and started off at a good pace along the broad highway

It was a bleak, desolate world that lay aboute and tree; a lowering earth and a frowning heaven

infinitely depressing But the eastern sky was clear with an

ever-growing brightness; hope lay there, so, as I walked, I kept

come at last to that eminence which is called Shooter's

Hill, I sat down upon a bank beside the way and turned to look

back upon the wonderful city And as I watched, the pearly east

changed little by little, to a varying pink, which in turn slowly

gave place to reds and yellows, until up ca vane and weathercock upon a hundred spires and

steeples, and lory of the river Far away upon the

white riband of road that led across Blackheath, a chaise was

crawling, but save for that the world see upon the city and reatness of it

"Truly," said I to myself, "nowhere in the whole world is there