We are reminded that Bagford made no money by his crimes, that he took walking-tours through Holland and Germany in search of bargains, and that he made 'a priceless collection of ballads. It might be said also for a further plea that what one age regards as sport another condemns as butchery.

She started just like this reading up about walking-tours, and all that. I I'm nervous, Lizzie." I was staying with Aggie for a few days while my apartment was being papered. To soothe Aggie's nerves I read aloud from Gibbon's "Rome" until dinner-time, and she grew gradually calmer. "After all, Lizzie," she said, "she can't get us into mischief with two wooden pails and a package of oatmeal."

He was not effeminate; in fact, if "the man had been dowered with better health, we would have lost the author," says one speaker of him; but he simply never let go the pen, and, doubtless, his singleness of purpose, his want of toil-resting hobbies, was hampering to his health. Walking-tours, during which he was busy all the while taking mental notes for some article, was no brain holiday.

"Deuce take you, Peter!" he exclaimed; "I say the devil fly away with you, my boy! curse me! a nice pickle you've made of yourself, with your infernal Revolutionary notions your digging and blacksmithing, your walking-tours " "Where is she, Sir Richard?" I broke in; "pray, where is she?" "She?" he returned, scratching his chin with the corner of a letter he held; "she?"

"You don't know how we women envy you men those wonderful walking-tours we can only read about in Hazlitt or Stevenson. We are not allowed to move without a nurse or a footman. From the day we are born to the day we die, we are never left a moment to ourselves.

In vain had Peter exhausted himself in literary efforts, climbing unheard-of peaks, taking walking-tours through such a Switzerland as never was, shooting animals of various sorts, but all hornless, as he carefully emphasized. And now Jimmy was better again. He was propped up in bed, and with the aid of Nurse Elisabet he had cut out a paper sentry and set it in the barred window.

In regard to lunch, I suppose that in prosaically paying our way for bed and board as we fared along we fell short of the Arcadian theory of walking-tours in which the wayfarer, like a mendicant friar, takes toll of lunch and dinner from the hospitable farmer of sentimental legend, and sleeps for choice in barns, hayricks or hedgesides.