IN WHICH MY LORD AND I PLAY AT BOWLS

THE Governor had brought with him from London the year before, a set of boxwood bowls, and had made, between his house and the fort, a noble green. The generality must still use for the game that portion of the street that was not tobacco-planted; but the quality flocked to the Governor’s green, and here, one holiday afternoon, a fortnight or more from the day in which I had drunk to the King from my lord’s silver goblet, was gathered a very great company. The Governor’s match was toward, — ten men to a side, a hogshead of sweet-scented to the victorious ten, and a keg of canary to the man whose bowl should hit the jack.

The season had been one of unusual mildness, and the sunshine was still warm and bright, gilding the velvet