is going to take is when he begins to fell the stately trees that have been growing in his park about his estate for over a hundred years.
I will quote a scene from Coleman's capital comedy of The Poor Gentleman, which held up to detestation a man very common in that age.
"An apartment in Sir Charles Cropland's house.
Sir Charles Cropland at breakfast; his valet de chambre adjusting his hair.
"Sir Chas. What day of the month was it yesterday, when I left town?
"Valet. The first of April, Sir Charles.
"Sir Chas. Umph! When Mr. Warner (the steward) comes, show him in.
"Valet. I shall, Sir Charles. [Exit.
"Sir Chas. This same lumbering timber upon my ground has its merits. Trees are notes issued from the bank of Nature, and as current as those payable to Abraham Newland. I must get change for a few oaks, for I want cash consumedly. So, Mr. Warner.
Enter Warner.
"Warner. Your honour is right welcome into Kent. I am proud to see Sir Charles Cropland on his estate again. I hope you mean to stay on the spot for some time, Sir Charles?
"Sir Chas. A very tedious time. Three days, Mr. Warner.
"Warner. Ah, good sir! I wish you lived entirely upon the estate, Sir Charles.
