with its old-fashioned country inn, and its bright, quiet, grassy
river.' Hampton is now as it then was, the 'well-loved resort of
cockneydom'.

So let us alight from the tramcar at Hampton, and look about on
the outskirts of the village for 'a small old-fashioned brick
house, abutting on the road, but looking from its front windows
on to a lawn and garden, which stretched down to the river'.
Surbiton Cottage it is called. Let us peep in at that merry,
happy family party; and laugh at Captain Cuttwater, waking from
his placid sleep, rubbing his eyes in wonderment, and asking,
'What the devil is all the row about?' But it is only with our
mind's eye that we can see Surbiton Cottage--a cottage in the air
it is, but more substantial to some of us than many a real jerry-
built villa of red brick and stucco.

Old-fashioned seem to us the folk who once dwelt there, old-
fashioned in all save that their hearts were true and their
outlook on life sane and clean; they live still, though their
clothes be of a quaint fashion and their talk be of yesterday.

Who knows but that they will live long after we who love them
shall be dead and turned to dust?

W. TEIGNMOUTH SHORE.



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