The crimson and gold drawing-room of Lorrington Caste was filled with company, the court-yard crowded with carriages, and the coachmen and footmen in gorgeous liveries, with a splendid white satin favour at the side of their hats. The view from the window——
["Stop," said Jack Stuart, "here's a better description. I cut it out of the Times"——]
The view from the window involved a spacious assemblage of all the numerous beauties and illustrations that cast a magnificent air of grandeur over one of
ENGLAND'S NOBLEST MANSIONS.
The extensive shrubberies clothed the verdant meads, and threw a shade of deep green tints over an
EXTENSIVE ARTIFICIAL LAKE,
on which floated, like a nymph or naiad, a beautiful
SAILING BOAT,
painted bright green, and fit for instant use. Further off, in one of those indistinct distances immortalized by the pencil of Turner—now softened into sober beauty by "the autumnal hue, the sear and yellow leaf," as an immortal bard expresses it, in language which the present writer does not imitate, and could not, without great difficulty, excel, was an
IMMENSE DAIRY FARM,