Over the mountains,
          And over the waves;
          Under the fountains,
          And under the graves;
          Under floods that are deepest,
          Which Neptune¹ obey;
          Over rocks that are steepest,
          Love will find out the way.
          —Old Song in Percy's Reliques.
Harry² Hedgerow had volunteered to be Mr. Falconer's Mercury during his absences from the Tower, and to convey to him letters and any communications which the sisters might have to make. Riding at a good trot³, on a horse more distinguished⁴ for strength than grace, he found the shortest days long enough for the purpose of going and returning, with an ample interval⁵ for the refreshment⁶ of himself and his horse.
 
While discussing beef and ale in the servants' hall, he heard a good deal of the family news, and many comments on the visitors. From these he collected that there were several young gentlemen especially remarkable⁷ for their attention to the young lady of the mansion⁸: that among them were two who were more in her good graces than the others: that one of these was the young gentleman who lived in the Duke's Folly⁹, and who was evidently the favourite: and that the other was a young lord, who was the life and soul of the company, but who seemed to be very much taken with another young lady, who had, at the risk of her own life, jumped into the water and picked him out, when he was nearly being drowned.
 
This story had lost nothing in travelling. Harry, deducing from all this the conclusion most favourable¹⁰ to his own wishes, determined¹¹ to take some steps for the advancement¹² of his own love-suit, especially as he had obtained some allies, who were willing to march with him to conquest, like the Seven against Thebes.
 
The Reverend Doctor Opimian had finished his breakfast, and had just sat down in his library, when he was informed that some young men wished to see him. The doctor was always accessible, and the visitors were introduced. He recognised his friend Harry Hedgerow, who was accompanied by six others. After respectful salutations on their part, and benevolent¹⁴ acceptance on his, Harry, as the only one previously¹⁵ known to the doctor, became spokesman for the deputation.
 
__Harry Hedgerow.__ You see, sir, you gave me some comfort when I was breaking my heart; and now we are told that the young gentleman at the Folly is going to be married.
 
The Rev¹³. Dr. Opimian. Indeed! you are better informed than I am.
 
Harry Hedgerow. Why, it's in everybody's mouth. He passes half his time at Squire¹⁶ Gryll's, and they say it's all for the sake of the young lady that's there: she that was some days at the Folly; that I carried in, when she was hurt in the great storm. I am sure I hope it be true. For you said, if he married, and suitable parties proposed for her sisters, Miss Dorothy might listen to me. I have lived in the hope of that ever since. And here are six suitable parties to propose for her six sisters. That is the long and the short of it.
 
The Rev. Dr. Opimian. The short of it, at any rate. You speak like a Spartan¹⁷. You come to the point at once. But why do you come to me? I have no control over the fair damsels.
 
Harry Hedgerow. Why, no, sir; but you are the greatest friend of the young gentleman. And if you could just say a word for us to him, you see, sir.
 
The Rev. Dr. Opimian. I see seven notes in the key of A minor¹⁸, proposing to sound in harmony with the seven notes of the octave above; but I really do not see what I can do in the matter.
 
Harry Hedgerow. Indeed, sir, if you could only ask the young gentleman if he would object to our proposing to the young ladies.
 
The Rev. Dr. Opimian. Why not propose to them yourselves? You seem to be all creditable young men.
 
Harry Hedgerow. I have proposed to Miss Dorothy, you know, and she would not have me; and the rest are afraid. We are all something to do with the land and the wood; farmers, and foresters, and nurserymen, and all that. And we have all opened our hearts to one another. They don't pretend to look above us; but it seems somehow as if they did, and couldn't help it. They are so like young ladies. They daze¹⁹ us, like. Why, if they'd have us, they'd be all in reach of one another. Fancy what a family party there'd be at Christmas. We just want a good friend to put a good foot foremost for us; and if the young gentleman does marry, perhaps they may better themselves by doing likewise.
 
 
The Rev. Dr. Opimian. And so you seven young friends have each a different favourite among the seven sisters?
 
Harry Hedgerow. Why, that's the beauty of it.
 
The Rev. Dr. Opimian. The beauty of it? Perhaps it is. I suppose there is an agistor {1} among you?
 
     1 An agistor was a forest off............