His game-larder was a tower of many bars, the lowest containing a to-day's shooting, the next yesterday's, and so forth, always moving up; hence the stalest were at the top, and so most serviceable as least fresh.

Trench on words would approve this reason for "high" game.
11.

_Providence._ I.
"Lo! we are led; we are guided and guarded Carefully, kindly, by night and by day; Punish'd belike, or haply rewarded, As we go wrong or go right on the way; Wisdom and Mercy, twin angels of kindness, Take by both hands the child lost in the night, Leading him safely, in spite of his blindness, Guiding him well through the dark to the light.
II.
"All things are ordered,--the least as the greatest; Motes have their orbits as fixt as a star,-- And thou may'st mark, if humbly thou waitest, Providence working in all things that are: Nothing shall fail in its ultimate object, Good must outwrestle all evil at last; God is the King, and creation His subject, And the great future shall ransom the past.
III.
"Ay, and this present,--perplexing, degrading-- None may despise it as futile or worse; Swift as it flieth, dissolving and fading, 'Tis the wing'd seed of some blessing or curse.
Telescope, microscope,--which hath most wonder?
Infinite great, or as infinite small?
Musical silence, or world-splitting thunder ?-- He that made all things inhabits them all.
IV.
"Yea; for this present,--each inch and each second Hath its own soul in a thought or a word; Ev'n as I watch, God's finger hath beckon'd, Ev'n as I wait, God's whisper is heard! Trifles, some judge them, that finger, that whisper,-- But on such pivots vast issues revolve; Those are the watchful reminders of Mizpah, Jazer and Bethel, Life's secret to solve! V.
"Mizpah,--for carefulness, honour, uprightness; Jazer,--by penitence, meekness, and faith; Bethel,--in foretastes of gladness and brightness,-- These are the keynotes to life out of death: Providence bidding, and prudence obeying, Thou shalt have peace from beginning to end,-- Thankfully, trustfully, instantly praying, Walking with God as thy Father and Friend." 12.

Apropos to my mention of Mortimer Collins' visit to Albury on another page, I make this extract from his "Pen Sketches by a Vanished Hand," vol.i.pp.

167, 168:-- "_A Walk through Surrey._ "At Albury I called upon a poet,--one whom critics love to assail, but who derides critics and arrides the public.