???Gave the Boy such a Bang, A very troublesome horse, who broke his harness and refused to be controlled, was named by her 鈥楤uzdil,鈥?or 鈥楥oward.鈥?鈥業 never attempted to drive,鈥?she observed in an April letter, 鈥榖ut exhorted him, when I was beside Maria; but he never minded what I said.鈥?Then came some 鈥榬ough lines,鈥?adapted to an old Scotch air, 鈥楬e鈥檚 a terrible man, John Tod, John Tod!鈥? 七乐彩最后一期 The journey did no harm; and on arrival at Amritsar Miss Tucker was most tenderly nursed by her friend, Miss Wauton, and others, with the help soon of a regular nurse. But though the fever yielded to remedies, and the bronchitis improved, both the cough and pain becoming for some days better, she was worn out, and had no rallying power. The weakness was extreme, and the dislike to food could not be overcome. Steadily and slowly she sank, lasting just three weeks from the date of the latest tremulous entry in her Journal. 鈥楾he time then has arrived?鈥?Herbert said, a little incautiously. Who can imagine the conflicting emotions of joy and wretchedness, of triumph and shame, of relief and chagrin, with which the heart of Frederick must have been rent! The army of Prussia had triumphed, under the leadership of his generals, while he, its young and ambitious sovereign, who had unjustly provoked260 war that he might obtain military glory, a fugitive from the field, was scampering like a coward over the plains at midnight, seeking his own safety. Never, perhaps, was there a more signal instance of a retributive providence. Frederick knew full well that the derision of Europe would be excited by caricatures and lampoons of the chivalric fugitive. Nor was he deceived in his anticipations. There was no end to the ridicule which was heaped upon Frederick, galloping, for dear life, from the battle-field in one direction, while his solid columns were advancing to victory in the other. His sarcastic foes were ungenerous and unjust. But when do foes, wielding the weapons of ridicule, ever pretend even to be just and generous? A.D. 1887-1888 ???Ev'n when I was a Child, Batala is a picturesque old town, with fine banyan-trees, and many old mango-tree gardens towards the north, enclosed either by walls or by aloe hedges, curiously appropriate for A. L. O. E. It is said that in her younger days a review of some of her books spoke of them as being 鈥榖itter, like the name of their Author.鈥?Did Miss Tucker ever recall this little notice when she looked upon the aloe hedges of Batala?