Chapter 11 No.11

And now that hope and joy are seen to fade,

Like stars dim gliding till they mix with shade;

Now that thy cheek has sorrow's canker proved

When thus by sickness changed, ah! more beloved.

ELTON.

"Aveline, my love, it is impossible that you can ride the pony to-day. Pray give up the idea. Do you not agree with me, Mr. Haveloc?"

Mr.