. The essays of Leigh Hunt. Thosewho laughed most would probably have been among thefirst to hug the remnant of their maimed friends to theirheart. But the experiment is dangerous. There is nottoo much sentiment in society after all; and it is better notto risk what there is. With what relief did we not call tomind, in our graver moments, the sight we had once, inthose boxes, on the left hand, of a charming woman sittingnext her gallant husband, Colonel C, who had returnedfrom the wars with the frightful loss of his lower jaw. Hiswife married him after his return ; and this, we were told,was s
. The essays of Leigh Hunt. Thosewho laughed most would probably have been among thefirst to hug the remnant of their maimed friends to theirheart. But the experiment is dangerous. There is nottoo much sentiment in society after all; and it is better notto risk what there is. With what relief did we not call tomind, in our graver moments, the sight we had once, inthose boxes, on the left hand, of a charming woman sittingnext her gallant husband, Colonel C, who had returnedfrom the wars with the frightful loss of his lower jaw. Hiswife married him after his return ; and this, we were told,was she. He had his mouth and chin muffled up. Buthow did he not seem more than repaid in her sweet andloving presence, which we fancied that she pressed stillcloser to him than was visible in that of any other womanseated by her husbands side. When she looked in his face,we felt as if we could almost have been content to have lostthe power of kissing with lips, that we might have receivedin all its beauty that kiss of the MADAME PASTA i Going to the Kings Theatre again is a very different thingfrom renewing ones acquaintance with the other confess, with all our love of Italian and of singing, wedo not like it so well. The quiet seems pleasanter at first;treading upon matting is a sort of polite and gingerly thing;and it is interesting to look around for those beautiful facesbelonging to Lady Charlottes and Carolines, dropping theirlids down upon us as if they wore coronets, and not alwaysthe better for it. But the cue of polite life is to take indiffer-ence for self-possession ; and you are not seated long beforeyou begin to feel that there is an air of neutralization andfalsehood around you. The quiet is a dread of committingthemselves ;—people come as much to be seen as to see ;—the performers in the boxes prepare for disputing attention MADAME PASTA 243 with those on the stage ;—-men lounge about the alleys,looking so very easy that they are evidently fu
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