Towards evening I reached London. Who ever saw London for the first time and was not disappointed? Those long suburbs melting indefinably away into the capital, forbid all surprise. The Gradual is a great disenchanter. I thought it prudent to take a hackney coach, and so jolted my way to the ---- hotel. I found my father in a state of great discomfort in a little room, which he paced up and down like a lion new caught in his cage. My poor mother was full of complaints--for the first time in her life, I found her indisputably crossish. It was an ill time to relate my adventures. I had enough to do to listen. They had all day been hunting for lodgings in vain. My father's pocket had been picked of a new India handkerchief. Primmins, who ought to know London so well, know nothing about it, and declared it was turned topsy-turvy, and all the streets had changed names. The new silk umbrella, left for five minutes unguarded in the hall, had been exchanged for an old gingham with three holes in it. It was not till my mother remembered, that if she did not see herself that my bed was well aired, I should certainly lose the use of my limbs, and therefore disappeared with Primmins and a pert chambermaid, who seemed to think we gave more trouble than we were worth--that I told my father of my new acquaintance with Mr Trevanion. He did not seem to listen to me till I to got to the name _Trevanion_. He then became very pale, and sat down quietly. "Go on," said he, observing I stopped to look at him. When I had told all, and given him the kind messages with which I had been charged by husband and wife, he smiled faintly; and then, shading his face with his hand, he seemed to muse, not cheerfully, perhaps, for I heard him sigh once or twice. "And Ellinor," said he at last, without looking up. "Lady Ellinor, I mean--she is very, very----" "Very what, sir?" "Very handsome still?" "Handsome! Yes, handsome, certainly; but I thought more of her manner than her face. And then Fanny, Miss Fanny is so young!" "Ah!" said my father, murmuring in Greek the celebrated lines of which Pope's translation is familiar to all. "Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground." "Well, so they wish to see me. Did Ellinor, Lady Ellinor say that, or her--her husband?" "Her husband certainly--Lady Ellinor rather implied than said it." "We shall see," said my father. "Open the window, this room is stifling." I opened the window, which looked on the Strand. The noise--the voices---the tramping feet--the rolling wheels became loudly audible. My father leant out for some moments, and I stood by his side. He turned to me with a serene face. "Every ant on the hill," said he, "carries its load, and its home is but made by the burdens that it bears. How happy am I!--how I should bless God! How light my burden! how secure my home!"