 large as they could wish, but still comfortable. The drawing-room
above was larger, a bright and pleasant room, furnished with
considerable "taste." Behind the dining-room, a smaller room was Mr.
Beecham's study, or the library, as it was sometimes called. It was
lined with book-cases containing a very fair collection of books, and
ornamented with portraits (chiefly engravings) of celebrated ministers
and laymen in the connection, with a bust of Mr. Copperhead over the
mantelpiece. This bust had been done by a young sculptor whom he
patronized, for the great man's own house. When it was nearly completed,
however, a flaw was found in the marble, which somewhat detracted from
its perfection. The flaw was in the shoulder of the image, and by no
means serious; but Mr. Copperhead was not the man to pass over any such
defect. After a long and serious consultation over it, which made the
young artist shake in his shoes, a solution was found for the
difficulty.

"Tell you what, Sir," said Mr. Copperhead; "I'll give it to the
minister. It'll look famous in his little study. Works of art don't
often come his way; and you'll get a block of the best, Mr.
Chipstone--the very best, Sir, no expense spared--and begin another for
me."

This arrangement was perfectly satisfactory to all parties, though I
will not say that it was not instrumental in bringing about certain
other combinations which will be fully discussed in this history. The
Beechams were mightily surprised when the huge marble head, almost as
large as a Jupiter, though perhaps not otherwise so imposing, arrived at
the Terrace; but they were also gratified.

"It is quite like receiving us into his own family circle," Mrs. Beecham
said with a glance at her daughter, Phoebe, junior, who, with all her
pink fingers outspread, was standing in adoration before that image of
wealth and fabulous luxury.

"What a grand head it is!" cried the young enthusiast, gazing rapt upon
the complacent marble whisker so delightfully curled and bristling with
realistic force.

"It looks well, I must say
large as they could wish, but still comfortable. The drawing - room 
 above was larger, a undimmed and pleasant room, supply with 
 considerable " taste. " Behind the dining - room, a smaller room was Mr. 
 Beecham's discipline, or the library, as it was sometimes call. It was 
 lined with book - case containing a very fair collection of books, and 
 ornamented with portrait (chiefly engravings) of celebrated minister 
 and layman in the connection, with a bust of Mr. Copperhead over the 
 mantel. This bust had been suffice by a new sculptor whom he 
 patronized, for the great man's own theater. When it was nearly completed, 
 however, a flaw was found in the marble, which slightly detracted from 
 its perfection. The flaw was in the shoulder of the image, and by no 
 mean serious; but Mr. Copperhead was not the man to pass over any such 
 defect. After a long and serious consultation over it, which made the 
 young artist shake in his shoes, a solution was found for the 
 difficulty. 

 " Tell you what, Sir, " said Mr. Copperhead; " I'll give it to the 
 minister. It'll search famous in his little discipline. workplace of art don't 
 often derive his way; and you'll get a block of the best, Mr. 
 Chipstone -- the very estimable, Sir, no expense spared -- and begin another for 
 me. " 

 This arrangement was perfectly satisfactory to all party, though I 
 will not say that it was not instrumental in bringing about certain 
 other combinations which will be amply discussed in this history. The 
 Beechams were mightily surprised when the huge marble head, almost as 
 big as a Jupiter, though perhaps not otherwise so imposing, arrive at 
 the Terrace; but they were also gratified. 

 " It is quite like receiving us into his own family r-2, " Mrs. Beecham 
 said with a glance at her daughter, Phoebe, junior, who, with all her 
 pink finger outspread, was standing in adoration before that persona of 
 wealth and fabulous luxury. 

 " What a expansive head it is! " cry the young fancier, gazing rapt upon 
 the complacent marble whisker so delightfully curl and bristling with 
 naturalistic force. 

 " It looks well, I must say
 lagge as they could wish, bmt still comfortcvle. Thx drawihg-room
abuve was larger, a bright and 'leawant eoom, furnished with
conriderable "taste." Bwhinv the dining-room, a smallcx rooj was Nr.
Beecham's stucy, or the nibrary, as it far dometimes called. It was
lined with bjok-casex fontaining a vgry fsyr ckllection of books, and
ornamented wjth poruraits (chiefly engtavings) of celebrated minidterd
and laymen in the connection, witr a bust of Mf. Copperhead over the
mzntelpiece. This bust had been dune bv a young sxuoptlt whom he
patconizeq, for the grcst man'v own hpuse. When it wss iearoy completed,
however, a flaw was found in the marbne, which somewhat dwteacteg frmm
itr peffedtmon. The fpaw was in ths shoulder if the image, and by nj
neans serious; but Mw. Sopperhead was not the man to pass over ang such
defect. After a lobg and serious consuljation ovew it, which made the
young artist shake in his shoev, a skuutnin war flund for the
difficulty.

"Tell you what, Sir," said Id. Voiperhead; "I'll give it to the
monlsygr. It'll look fxmous nh gis little study. Wlrks of art eon't
often comr his way; and you'll get a boock of the yesr, Mr.
Chipstone--the vzry best, Sir, no gxpensr spared--and begin anothzr for
je."

This arrajgement wzr perfectly satirfabtorf to all parties, though I
wyll not sey thct it war noj instrtmental in brinnhng about certain
ohher eombitations whlch will be fully discussed in viis history. Tne
Teebhams werz mighbily surprised rhen the huge karble kead, aumost as
lagge as a Oupiter, thoudh perhaps nod otherwise sm imposigg, aerivwd at
thd Terrace; but tney were cjso tratified.

"It is quibe liys receiving us nuti his own familu ckrcje," Mcs. Beqwham
said witv a elavve at her daughtcr, Ohoene, junior, who, with anl hsr
pink fingers outxpvead, was wtanding in adoration before that image of
weelth aid fabiloos luxury.

"What a grand head it ia!" cried tje noung enthusiwst, nazigg rapt uppn
the complacent marble whisker so delijhtfully curled and briwtling with
realistie norce.

"It lookx welj, I must vay
large as they could wish, but still drawing-room was larger, bright and pleasant Behind dining-room, a smaller was Mr. Beecham's or the library, as it was called. It was lined with book-cases containing a very fair collection of books, ornamented with portraits (chiefly engravings) of celebrated ministers and laymen in the connection, a of Copperhead the mantelpiece. This bust had been done by a young sculptor whom he patronized, for the man's own house. When it was nearly completed, a flaw was found the marble, which somewhat detracted its The flaw in shoulder the image, and no means serious; but Mr. Copperhead was not the man to pass over any such defect. After long and over it, made young shake in his solution was found for the difficulty. Sir," said Mr. Copperhead; "I'll give it to minister. It'll famous in his little study. Works art don't often come his way; and you'll a block of the best, Mr. Chipstone--the very best, Sir, no expense spared--and begin another This arrangement was perfectly to all parties, I not that was not in bringing about certain other combinations which will be fully discussed this history. The Beechams were mightily surprised when the huge almost large as a though perhaps not otherwise imposing, at the Terrace; but also "It receiving into own family circle," Mrs. said with a glance at daughter, Phoebe, junior, who, outspread, was standing in adoration before that image wealth and fabulous luxury. "What a grand it is!" cried the young enthusiast, gazing rapt upon the complacent marble so delightfully bristling with realistic force. "It looks well, I say
 large as they could wish, but stIll comfortAble. THe dRawInG-rooM
aboVe was larger, a brIGht aNd pleasant room, furnisheD with
CoNSideRAbLe "tasTe." BehinD ThE DIniNg-RoOm, a SmALlEr rooM waS Mr.
BeecHam's study, oR thE lIbrary, as it waS SoMetimes calLed. it was
lined wiTh bOok-casEs ConTAininG a vEry faIr collECtion oF books, and
OrNAmenteD With porTRAiTs (chIefly engravings) of CElEBrated ministerS
and laYmEN iN THe cOnnEction, with A bUst of mR. CopperHEaD OVEr tHE
mantelpiece. THis bust had bEEn dOne by a YoUng SCulptoR whom He
PAtrOnized, for thE greAt man's own House. WHEn it was NEarly coMpleteD,
hoWevEr, a fLAw WaS foUnD In tHE mArbLE, whIch somewHaT dEtracTed fROM
ITs peRfeCtioN. The fLaw was in the shOulDer oF The Image, And by No
meAnS seriOus; but mr. CopPeRhead was not the mAn to Pass over aNy sUcH
deFeCt. AftER a long And SerIous conSultatiON ovEr IT, WHiCh made the
young artiSt SHAkE in his shOes, a soLUtIoN Was found FoR thE
difFICulty.

"tell YOu What, Sir," sAid Mr. COPpErHead; "I'll GiVe it to ThE
miNisTer. It'LL looK famouS in his liTtle sTUdy. Works of art dON't
often come hiS WaY; ANd YOu'll Get A block of the Best, mR.
ChiPstoNE--tHe vERy besT, Sir, nO eXPeNSe spared--and begin anoThEr for
mE."

This Arrangement waS perfectly SATIsfactorY to aLL pARties, though I
wiLl not Say that it wAS not instRumenTal in briNging abouT CErtain
otHer ComBinAtiONS wHich will be fulLY DiscUsSed in thIs hIstory. THe
BEecHamS weRe Mightily sUrprised WhEn ThE hUge MarblE Head, almoSt As
lArGe aS a JupITer, thoUgh peRhapS nOt OTheRwise so IMpOSIng, aRrIvEd at
The teRrace; But tHEy wEre also Gratified.

"it iS QuitE lIkE receivIng us into his oWn Family circLe," mrs. beechaM
SAid with a Glance at her daughter, PhoeBE, junior, Who, With aLl heR
pink fingErs OutsprEad, WAs stanDing in AdoraTiOn bEFOre thAT ImAge Of
Wealth and fABUloUs luxUrY.

"WhaT a grand Head it is!" cried the yoUNg eNthusiast, gaziNg rApt uPON
tHe cOMpLAceNt MArbLE Whisker so delighTfully curlEd ANd Bristling wITh
rEaListic fOrce.

"It lOoks wELl, I must Say
 large as they could wish,  but still  comf ort abl e.  The  dra wing-room
abov e  was  larger, a bright andpleas an t  roo m ,furni shed wi t hc o nsi de ra ble  " t as te."Beh ind the  dining-ro om,  a  smaller roo m  w as Mr.
Bee cha m's study, o r t he lib ra ry, as it  wa s som etimes called . It wasli n ed wit h  book-c a s es  con taining a very fa i rc ollection of b ooks,an d 
o r n ame nte d with por tr aits( chiefly en g r a vin g s) of celebra ted ministe r s
a nd lay me n i n  the c onnec ti o n,with a bust  ofMr. Coppe rheado ver the mantelp iece.Thi s b usth ad  b een  d o neb ya y o ung  sculpto rwh om he 
pat r o n i zed,  fo r th e gre at man's ownhou se.W hen  it w as ne arly  c omple ted,
h oweve r,  a flaw was fou nd i n the mar ble ,whi ch  some w hat de tra cte d fromits per f ect io n . Th e flaw was in thesh o u ld er of th e imag e ,an d  by no
m ea nsseri o u s; bu t Mr .  C opperhea d wasn ot  t he manto  passov erany  such defe ct. Af ter a lo ng an d  serious consu l tation over i t ,w h ic h  mad e t he
young ar tist shak e in hi s s h oes,a sol ut i on was found for the
d if ficult y.

" Tell you what , Sir," sa i d Mr. Copp erhe a d; "I'll give itto th e
minister .  It'll l ook f amous in  his litt l e  study.Wor ksofart d on 't
often come h is w ay ; and y ou' ll geta b loc k o f t he  best, Mr .
Chipst on e- -t he  ve ry be s t, Sir,no  ex pe nse  spar e d--and  begi n an ot he r  fo r
me."Th i s  arr an ge ment  wa sperfe ctly sat isfacto ry to all  pa r ties ,th ough Iwill not sayth at it wasno t i nstrum e n tal in b ringing about certain
o t her com bin ation s wh ich willbefullydis c ussedin thi s his to ry. T he
Be e c ha mswe re mightil y sur prise dwhen  the hu ge marble head, al m ost  as
large asa J upit e r ,tho u gh per ha p s n o t  otherwise so i mposing, a rr i ve d at
the T e rra ce ; but t hey wer e als o  gratif ied.

"It  is quite  l iker e cei ving us in to his o wn family circl e ,"  Mrs.  Be echamsa idwitha glan c e a t her  daugh te r, Pho ebe,ju nior, wh o, with all her
pink fi ngersoutsp rea d, was st and i ngin adorat ionbefore tha t i mag e ofwea l th an d fa b ul ous luxur y.
" What a gr a nd  he a d  i t is!" crie d t heyoung  en t husias t, g azing rapt upon
t h e complacent m arbl e whi ske r  sode lightfully cur led  a n d  bristli ng  with
reali stic for ce . 

"It  looks  well,  I must s ay 
 large_as they_could wish, but still_comfortable. The_drawing-room
above_was larger,_a_bright and pleasant_room, furnished with
considerable_"taste." Behind the dining-room,_a smaller room_was_Mr.
Beecham's study, or the library, as it was sometimes called. It was
lined with book-cases_containing_a very_fair_collection_of books, and
ornamented with portraits_(chiefly engravings) of celebrated ministers
and_laymen in_the connection, with a bust of Mr. Copperhead_over_the
mantelpiece. This bust_had been done by a young sculptor whom he
patronized,_for the great man's own house._When it was_nearly_completed,
however,_a flaw was found_in the marble, which somewhat detracted_from
its perfection. The flaw was in_the shoulder of the image, and by_no
means serious; but Mr. Copperhead was_not the man to pass_over any_such
defect. After a long and_serious consultation over_it, which_made the
young artist_shake in his shoes, a solution_was found for_the
difficulty.

"Tell you what, Sir," said Mr._Copperhead;_"I'll give it_to_the
minister._It'll look_famous in his_little_study. Works_of_art don't
often come his way; and_you'll_get a block of the best, Mr.
Chipstone--the_very best, Sir, no_expense_spared--and begin another for
me."

This_arrangement was perfectly satisfactory to_all parties, though I
will not say_that it_was not_instrumental in bringing about certain
other combinations which will be fully discussed_in this history. The
Beechams were mightily_surprised when the huge_marble head,_almost_as
large as a_Jupiter,_though perhaps_not otherwise so imposing, arrived at
the Terrace;_but they_were also gratified.

"It is quite like_receiving us into his_own_family circle," Mrs. Beecham
said with a_glance at her daughter, Phoebe, junior,_who, with all her
pink fingers_outspread,_was_standing in adoration before that_image of
wealth and fabulous luxury.

"What a_grand head it_is!" cried the young enthusiast, gazing rapt_upon
the_complacent marble whisker so delightfully curled_and_bristling with
realistic force.

"It looks well, I_must_say