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. Midsummer Eve : a fairy tale of loving and being loved . ir good, rather than her own glory. And yet, interrupted Honcybell, what will itall end in ? Why all this rout about her, when youwill not let her profit by it ? I grant my once greatinterest in Sidney; but we cannot continue feelinginterest in men we never see; they pass away frommemory just like this— and she blew the farinafrom the petals of a flower, while her courtiers endeavoured to avoidits contact. It is only trouble that tries strength ; gold can be refined but byfire, said Nightstar. I am no alchemist, answered Honeybell; but
. Midsummer Eve : a fairy tale of loving and being loved . ir good, rather than her own glory. And yet, interrupted Honcybell, what will itall end in ? Why all this rout about her, when youwill not let her profit by it ? I grant my once greatinterest in Sidney; but we cannot continue feelinginterest in men we never see; they pass away frommemory just like this— and she blew the farinafrom the petals of a flower, while her courtiers endeavoured to avoidits contact. It is only trouble that tries strength ; gold can be refined but byfire, said Nightstar. I am no alchemist, answered Honeybell; but I know that if,after all the sympatliy the orphan of the Dovecote has excited; if, afterall the attention she has received, you send her forth to struggle throughpoverty with her first love—why, sister Nightstar, you are more cruelthan I thought you ! Honeybell, you never will comprehend , 1 never can ! Some evil is at hand: I foresee it and will avert it; I know it is athand, for just as the moon rose upon the night that is now over us,. A FAIRY TALE OF LOVE. 155 I saw the frightful , the enemy of all good, riding in triumph overthe scenes we love so well; and which she, the mortal we protect, still
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