Chapter 36 No.36

Ye cumbrous fashions, crowd not on my head.

Mine be the chip of purest white,

Swan-like; and, as her feathers light,

When on the still wave spread;

And let it wear the graceful dress

Of unadorned simpleness.

Catherine Fanshaw's 'Parody on Grey'.

Nothing transpired to the discredit of Lieutenant Rivers. He had spent a great deal