The account of the Cavalry Week I found
to be divided into chapters. First there was
the assembling of the regiment, and then
there was the dinner at the Mansion House,
with all the speeches, very full indeed of
after dinner wit and wisdom. Then there
was "the attendance of the regiment at divine
service," including the march to church and a
report verbatim of the last half of the sermon,
which was not at all a special one, being
addressed not to the yeomanry cavalry but to
rebellious sinners in general. The next chapter
discoursed upon the "Sunday evening parade."
Then I read all the movements of the regiment,
words of command included, the award
of Prize Swords, Presentation of a Piece of
Plate, amusing incidents, the Review, another
Dinner at the Mansion House, and the
Officers' Ball. In the account of the ball I
admired particularly the skill with which
the narrative of the supper had been laid out
to the best advantage, and, in particular, the
clever distinction made between chickens and
fowls, and the dexterously rhetorical use
made of the fact that potted meats are various
in kind.  "After enjoying the dance for some
hours, the doors of the banquetting room were
suddenly thrown open, and the company were
invited to partake of a splendid supper,
provided for the occasion under the able
superintendence of Mrs. Pettitoe. The tables
were placed the entire length of the room,
and were crowded by a display of delicacies
of every description, comprising guinea fowl,
chickens, fowls, veal roast and boiled" (I
object, however, to the idea of cold boiled
veal) "ham, tongues, potted meats, including
beef, veal, shrimps, &c., pickled salmon,
lobsters; to these were added a profusion of
rich sponge and other cakes, jellies, the far-
famed Corporation tarts, trifles, fruits, &c.,
&c." The wines were of "the rarest and
choicest kind," and as the delicacies of every
description seem to have been chiefly lobsters
and sponge cakes, I suppose the wines to  have
been port, sherry, and ginger.

Immediately after the account of the
Cavalry Week, which fills up a little more than
a fifth part of the Brocksop, Garringham, and
Washby Standard, I found the report of
proceedings which took place at the re-opening
of Dicton church, a great clerical meeting.
"The church," I learnt, "appears to have
occupied a considerable time in the process of
erection, and to have undergone several
changes from the original style. The tower is
in the perpendicular style," and so on. I was
glad to find that the tower was perpendicular;
but sorry to learn that the church suffered
from the ravages of the Puritans, and
that "tradition even asserts that the dreaded
Oliver stabled his horses in the aisles." So
far as my experience goes, I may observe
that tradition says the same of every notable
old church in which the Puritans did any
image-breaking. The other clerical matter—
and there was a good deal—consisted of reports
of addresses to Sunday school children, and of
Whitsuntide church tea-parties. One report,
however, of a different kind, quoted from a.
London paper, contained the account of
proceedings at a northern clerical convocation,
and a scene in a chapter-house, which brought
back to my mind, by some evil association of
ideas, the knur and spell match before-
mentioned.  I glanced over that hastily as
distressing matter; and, getting naturally
from hot water to tea, refreshed myself
among the tea-parties. Pleasant it was to
read how the children of the parish church,
of Wagsworth, after their annual "treat of
tea and spice cake, tastefully and bountifully
set out," were "delighted exceedingly " with
games, and at last "marched to Wagsworth
Hall, when each boy and girl was presented
with a pasty by the Misses Jones, who it is
pleasing to say take a great interest in the
affairs of the schools."

Most pleasing! as all records are of
childish happiness. But are these children
to grow up into that sort of life of which we
see the light reflected from the Brocksop
Standard?—are they to be takers of quack
medicine, strutters in horsecloths at knur and
spell, gapers at uniforms?—will they grow up
dull-witted and tedious? The little girl who
dances over the spring grass to Wagsworth
Hall, will she ever grow to be an old woman
like the old woman of whom I found reported
in the same paper, that she lived beside a
sewer, and that she got a plank from the
next town to put over the sewer to be a
bridge by which she should go out and home,
aud that she summoned the overseer of the
drains for kicking her plank into the sewer
and causiog it there to swim about for a
fortnight before it was got out by two men
who spent half a day over the job; and all
because she would not pay, the obstinate old
soul, a penny a year for the right of way?
Will this plump, fresh light-hearted little
beauty ever become such a cross old English
woman living by a sewer?—This bold-eyed,
hot-faced boy with cricket bat over his
shoulder, will he ever grow to be a
gamekeeper, and lay a hare-skin stuffed with straw
by way of ground bait upon his neighbour's
premises, as I perceived by another report in
this paper that a gamekeeper did; or will he
grow up such a lout as to fire at such a hareskin,
as I see by the paper a poor silly fellow
did; and will Master Jones—who can now run
merrily about with other children carrying
his tray of pasties—will he ever be so dense
a blockhead as the English justice is, who
fined such a man—as I see by the paper such
a man was fined—two pounds and costs for
firing at the wisp of straw, "because his
desire, beyond doubt, was a dainty meal from
a roasted hare?" Shade of Draco! May I
never think I should like game for dinner in
the neighbourhood of Nosebro' within hearing
of Josh. Blank, Esquire, county magistrate!

In what way will the Brocksop, Garringham,