I seized pen and paper, but soon gave up the task of outlining the story, for the scenes flitted in bewildering fashion before my imagination.  Yet, before morning, as I lay long awake, I had sketched the whole work on the tablets of my mind.  Next day I partook of bread and water, and before night had completed pages of Joseph Sell, and added pages in varying quantity day by day, until my enterprise was finished.

“To-morrow for the bookseller!  Oh, me!” I exclaimed, as I lay down to rest.

On arriving at the shop, I saw to my delight that the paper was still in the window.  As I entered, a ladylike woman of about thirty came from the back parlour to ask my business.  After my explanation, she requested me, as her husband was out, to leave the Ms. with her, and to call again the next day at eleven.  At that hour I duly appeared, and was greeted with a cordial reception.  “I think your book will do,” said the bookseller.  After some negotiation, I was paid L20 on the spot, and departed with a light heart.  Reader, amidst life’s difficulties, should you ever be tempted to despair, call to mind these experiences of Lavengro.  There are few positions, however difficult, from which dogged resolution and perseverance will not liberate you.

I had long determined to leave London, as my health had become much impaired.  My preparations were soon made, and I set out to travel on foot.  In about two hours I had cleared the great city, and was in a broad and excellent road, leading I knew not whither.  In the evening, feeling weary, I thought of putting up at an inn, but was induced to take a seat in a coach, paying sixteen shillings for the fare.  At dawn of day I was roused from a broken slumber and bidden to alight, and found myself close to a moorland.  Walking on and on, I at length reached a circle of colossal stones.

The spirit of Stonehenge was upon me.  As I reclined under the great transverse stone, in the middle of the gateway of giants, I heard the tinkling of bells, and presently a large flock of sheep came browsing along, and several entered the circle.  Soon a man also came up.  In a friendly talk, the young shepherd told me that the people of the plain believed that thousands of men had brought the stones from Ireland, to make a temple in which to worship God.

“But,” said I, “our forefathers slaughtered the men who raised the stones, and left not one stone on another.”

“Yes, they did,” said the shepherd, looking aloft at the great transverse stone.

“And it is well that they did,” answered I, “for whenever that stone, which English hands never raised, is by English hands thrown down, woe to the English race.  Spare it, English.  Hengist spared it.”

We parted, and I wandered off to Salisbury, the city of the spire.  There I stayed two days, spending my time as best I could, and then walked forth for several days, during which nothing happened worthy of notice, but the weather was brilliant, and my health had greatly improved.