the artisan had displayed in turning out a well-dressed clergyman of
the Church of England. His hair was ever brushed with scrupulous
attention, and showed in its regular waves the guardian care of each
separate bristle. And all this was done with that ease and grace
which should be the characteristics of a dignitary of the
established English Church.

I had accompanied Mr. Horne to the Rhine; and we had reached
Brussels on our return, just at the close of that revolution which
ended in affording a throne to the son-in-law of George the Fourth.
At that moment General Chasse's name and fame were in every man's
mouth, and, like other curious admirers of the brave, Mr. Horne
determined to devote two days to the scene of the late events at
Antwerp. Antwerp, moreover, possesses perhaps the finest spire, and
certainly one of the three or four finest pictures, in the world.
Of General Chasse, of the cathedral, and of the Rubens, I had heard
much, and was therefore well pleased that such should be his
resolution. This accomplished we were to return to Brussels; and
thence, via Ghent, Ostend, and Dover, I to complete my legal studies
in London, and Mr. Horne to enjoy once more the peaceful retirement
of Ollerton rectory. As we were to be absent from Brussels but one
night we were enabled to indulge in the gratification of travelling
without our luggage. A small sac-de-nuit was prepared; brushes,
combs, razors, strops, a change of linen, &c. &c., were carefully
put up; but our heavy baggage, our coats, waistcoats, and other
wearing apparel were unnecessary. It was delightful to feel oneself
so light-handed. The reverend gentleman, with my humble self by his
side, left the portal of the Hotel de Belle Vue at 7 a.m., in good
humour with all the world. There were no railroads in those days;
but a cabriolet, big enough to hold six persons, with rope traces