We have had great fun over a clock that an unknown admirer sent papa last Thursday.  It arrived in a wooden box from London, carriage paid, and papa feels it must have been sent by some one who had read his remarkable sermon, ‘Is Licence Liberty?’ for on the top of the clock was a figure of a woman, with what papa said was the cap of Liberty on her head.  I didn’t think it very becoming myself, but papa said it was historical, so I suppose it is all right.  Parker unpacked it, and papa put it on the mantelpiece in the library, and we were all sitting there on Friday morning, when just as the clock struck twelve, we heard a whirring noise, a little puff of smoke came from the pedestal of the figure, and the goddess of Liberty fell off, and broke her nose on the fender!  Maria was quite alarmed, but it looked so ridiculous, that James and I went off into fits of laughter, and even papa was amused.  When we examined it, we found it was a sort of alarum clock, and that, if you set it to a particular hour, and put some gunpowder and a cap under a little hammer, it went off whenever you wanted.  Papa said it must not remain in the library, as it made a noise, so Reggie carried it away to the schoolroom, and does nothing but have small explosions all day long.  Do you think Arthur would like one for a wedding present?  I suppose they are quite fashionable in London.  Papa says they should do a great deal of good, as they show that Liberty can’t last, but must fall down.  Papa says Liberty was invented at the time of the French Revolution.  How awful it seems!

I have now to go to the Dorcas, where I will read them your most instructive letter.  How true, dear aunt, your idea is, that in their rank of life they should wear what is unbecoming.  I must say it is absurd, their anxiety about dress, when there are so many more important things in this world, and in the next.  I am so glad your flowered poplin turned out so well, and that your lace was not torn.  I am wearing my yellow satin, that you so kindly gave me, at the Bishop’s on Wednesday, and think it will look all right.  Would you have bows or not?  Jennings says that every one wears bows now, and that the underskirt should be frilled.  Reggie has just had another explosion, and papa has ordered the clock to be sent to the stables.  I don’t think papa likes it so much as he did at first, though he is very flattered at being sent such a pretty and ingenious toy.  It shows that people read his sermons, and profit by them.

Papa sends his love, in which James, and Reggie, and Maria all unite, and, hoping that Uncle Cecil’s gout is better, believe me, dear aunt, ever your affectionate niece,

JANE PERCY.

PS.—­Do tell me about the bows.  Jennings insists they are the fashion.—­Lord Arthur Savile’s Crime.

THE TRIUMPH OF AMERICAN ‘HUMOR’