“Both my friend the cockatoo-squatter and Periander of old evidently are examples of sufferers from that horrible disease, cerebral hyperæmia, that Dr. Junelle, whom I met on board the boat coming up the coast, and whom perhaps you recollect at Mercer, told me of. But this letter is far too long to be ever all read by a lazy old fellow like yourself, so ‘so long,’ old boy.
“Yours till death,
“Claude Angland.
“P.S.—By-the-bye, how is the little iron-grey filly shaping? I mean the one out of the three-quarters-bred mare I got from Matata. She ought to jump well. She’s by that big chestnut horse, Saint Patrick, as I suppose you know.”
CHAPTER XIV.
HECATE AND HEBE.
“Wise wretch with pleasures too refined to please,
With too much spirit to be e’er at ease,
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You purchase pain with all that joy can give.”
Pope.