THE GENTLEMAN’S OWN BOOK.
We are ashamed to ask our readers to refer to our last article under the title of the “Gentleman’s Own Book,” for the length of time which has elapsed almost accuses us of disinclination for our task, or weariness in catering for the amusement of our subscribers. But September—September, with all its allurements of flood and field—its gathering of honest old friends—its tales of by-gone seasons, and its glorious promises of the present—must plead our apology for abandoning our pen and rushing back to old associations, which haunt us like
THE SPELLS OF CHILDHOOD.
We know that we are forgiven, so shall proceed at once to the consideration of the ornaments and pathology of coats.