For some days Sweep and I were absent, fishing.
When I returned, I found on my mantelpiece a black-edged letter in an unfamiliar hand. But for the black I should have fancied it was a bill. The writing was what is called "commercial." I opened it and read as follows:
"North Side Mills, Blackford,
Yorks. 4/8, 18—.
"Sir,
"I have to announce the lamented Decease of my Brother—Reverend Reginald Andrewes, M.A.—which took place on the 3rd inst. (3.35 a.m.), at Oak Mount, Blackford; where a rough Hospitality will be very much at your Service, should you purpose to attend the Funeral. Deceased expressed a wish that you should follow the remains; and should your respected Father think of accompanying you, the Compliment will give much pleasure to Survivors.
"Funeral party to leave Oak Mount at 4 p.m. on Thursday next (the 8th inst.), d.v.
"A line to say when you may be expected will enable me to meet you, and oblige,
"Yours respectfully,
"Jonathan Andrewes.