and, covered with dust and foam, was submitting itself to the tutelary
hands of the hostler.




CHAPTER X.

WALTER'S REFLECTIONS.--MINE HOST.--A GENTLE CHARACTER AND A
GREEN OLD AGE.--THE GARDEN, AND THAT WHICH IT TEACHETH.--A
DIALOGUE, WHEREIN NEW HINTS TOWARDS THE WISHED FOR DISCOVERY
ARE SUGGESTED.--THE CURATE.--A VISIT TO A SPOT OF DEEP
INTEREST TO THE ADVENTURER.

I made a posy while the day ran by,
Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie
My life within this band.
--George Herbert.


The time approaches,
That will with due precision make us know,
What--
--Macbeth.

The next morning Walter rose early, and descending into the court-yard of
the inn, he there met with the landlord, who--a hoe in his hand,--was
just about to enter a little gate that led into the garden. He held the
gate open for Walter.