I DO not knoing to range at ed apartments of some fine old family mansion. traces of extinct grandeur admit of a better passion templations on t and good, s, ible le of modern occupancy, and vanities of foolis aristocracy. ttends us betering an empty and a croer it is c some present y -- an act of inattention on t of some of tory -- or a trait of affectation, or  of ts us by our best ts, dis  ty of er Sexton, traverse try cy t ions, old and young, t ion tor -- turbing emotions, no cross conflicting comparisons, drink in tranquillity of till tionless as t kneel and hee.

    Journeying nortely, I could not resist going some fe of my road to look upon t  t ely pulled it doill I ion t it could not all  so mucy   once into t and rubbis.

    t ion of a feo -- an antiquity.

    I onis tinction of everytood t gates?  bounded t-yard?  did t-atives of t ely and so spacious.

    Deat sim at te. t asion.

    ar knaves at truction, at t ts at my . I s to to spare a plank at least out of tore-room, in  I used to sit and read Co before, and t one solitary  ever ed it about me -- it is in mine ears no as summer returns; or a pannel of the yellow room.

    , tapestried bed-rooms -- tapestry so mucter ting -- not adorning merely, but peopling t -- at s coverlid (replaced as quickly) to exercise its tender courage in a momentary eye-encounter ern brigaring reciprocally -- all Ovid on tions. Actaeon in mid sprout, ill more provoking, and almost culinary coolness of Dan Pely