It is not easy to be candid and charming in just this fragmentary way of "Trivia." These thumbnail essays read much better in quantity than separately in the pages of a magazine. Most of them are delightful in the quaint turn of their wit or in the revealing glimpse of personal whim.
"Tell your Lord," the lady said, smiling, to the lodge-keeper, "that Silvia Doria came back."
To the West, in riding past the walls of Bligh, I remembered an incident in the well-known siege of that house, during the Civil Wars: How, among Waller's invading Roundhead troops, there happened to be a young scholar, a poet and lover of the Muses, fighting for the cause, as he thought, of ancient Freedom, who, one day, when the siege was being more hotly urged, pressing forward and climbing a wall, suddenly found himself in a quiet old garden by the house. And here, for a time forgetting, as it would seem, the battle, and heedless of the bullets that now and then flew past him like peevish wasps, the young Officer stayed, gathering roses--old-fashioned damask roses, streaked with red and white--which, for the sake of a Court Beauty, there besieged with her father, he carried to the house; falling, however, struck by a chance bullet, or shot perhaps by one of his own party.