A HORRIBLE SUGGESTION "Can you guess what has brought me down here in this hurry ?" Lord Nelson asked Admiral Darling, having jumped like a boy from his yellow post-chaise, and shaken his old friend's broad right hand with his slender but strenuous left one, even as a big bell is swung by a thin rope.

"I have no time to spare--not a day, not an hour; but I made up my mind to see you before I start.

I cannot expect to come home alive, and, except for one reason, I should not wish it." "Nonsense!" said the Admiral, who was sauntering near his upper gate, and enjoying the world this fine spring morning; "you are always in such a confounded hurry! When you come to my time of life, you will know better.

What is it this time?
The Channel fleet again ?" "No, no; Billy Blue keeps that, thank God! I hate looking after a school of herring-boats.

The Mediterranean for me, my friend.