["Excellent! bravo!" said Jack; "they'll see at once the author is a gentleman and a scholar; and now go on."] The crimson and gold drawing-room of Lorrington Caste was filled with company, the court-yard crowded with carriages, and the coachmen and footmen in gorgeous liveries, with a splendid white satin favour at the side of their hats. The view from the window---- ["Stop," said Jack Stuart, "here's a better description. I cut it out of the _Times_"----] The view from the window involved a spacious assemblage of all the numerous beauties and illustrations that cast a magnificent air of grandeur over one of ENGLAND'S NOBLEST MANSIONS. The extensive shrubberies clothed the verdant meads, and threw a shade of deep green tints over an EXTENSIVE ARTIFICIAL LAKE, on which floated, like a nymph or naiad, a beautiful SAILING BOAT, painted bright green, and fit for instant use. Further off, in one of those indistinct distances immortalized by the pencil of Turner--now softened into sober beauty by "the autumnal hue, the sear and yellow leaf," as an immortal bard expresses it, in language which the present writer does not imitate, and could not, without great difficulty, excel, was an IMMENSE DAIRY FARM, fit for the accommodation of THIRTY MILK COWS, of a peculiar breed, highly approved of by the RIGHT HONOURABLE THE EARL OF SPENCER. In other portions of the landscape rose statues which might have raised the envy of PRAXITELES, THE GRECIAN SCULPTOR, or attracted the love of the beautiful "Maid of France," who "sighed her soul away" in presence of THE APOLLO BELVIDERE, a figure, in the words of a living author, "Too fair to worship, too divine to love." The drawing-room of the mansion was of the amplest size, and contained some of the finest specimens of the taste and workmanship of JACKSON AND GRAHAM, enumerating Or-molu tables--escritoires--rosewood chairs richly inlaid--richly coloured AXMINSTER CARPET, and sofas covered with figured satin. ["That will do," said Jack. "Now go on with the book."] But while the company were engaged in detached groups, waiting the signal for proceeding into the great hall, where the ceremony was to be performed by special license, Lord Berville sent a message to the Countess, that he wished to say a few words to Lady Alice, in the library, before the commencement of the ceremony that was to make him the happiest of men. He waited impatiently, and in a few minutes the bride appeared, radiant in joy and beauty. She started, when she saw seated beside him a beautiful young woman, plainly, but richly drest. They rose when Lady Alice appeared.