In a winter city [electronic resource]: a sketch . ing to his villato-day! So unusual you know ;—so positivelyimproper! So utterly contrary to all custom!When I said to her, too, that she wouldntbe able even to afford Worth, she laughed,and answered, that she would have one dressfrom him every year for old friendships sakefor the Palestrina vintage balls, and that hewould be sure to embroider her the loveliestBacchic symbolisms and put the cone of thethyrsus for buttons !—only fancy ! She couldactually jest about that! How miserable shewill be in three months when she has come backto her sense
In a winter city [electronic resource]: a sketch . ing to his villato-day! So unusual you know ;—so positivelyimproper! So utterly contrary to all custom!When I said to her, too, that she wouldntbe able even to afford Worth, she laughed,and answered, that she would have one dressfrom him every year for old friendships sakefor the Palestrina vintage balls, and that hewould be sure to embroider her the loveliestBacchic symbolisms and put the cone of thethyrsus for buttons !—only fancy ! She couldactually jest about that! How miserable shewill be in three months when she has come backto her senses ; and how miserable she will makehim Chere comtesse, said the Due, taking up IN A WINTER CITY. 389 his hat and cane, everybody repents is a law of Fate. The only difference isthat some people repent pleasantly, and someunpleasantly. Let us hope that our beautifulDuchesse will repent pleasantly. Madame, jaiIhonneur de vous saluer — Bon voyage ; aurevoir. VEK EXP. 1K1NTED BY ePOXUlbWOOUt AND CO. LTD., NEW-bJKKl:! SQUAWK LONDON. It Might Have Been. Her Joy coas DutyAnd Love ooas Law. For one of the brightest poetic gems. MATJI> MULLER. Maud Muller, on a summers day, raked the meadowsweet with her torn hat glowed the wealth of simple beauty and rustic , she wrought, and her merry glee the mock-bird echoed from his when she glanced to the far-off town, white from its hill-slope looking down,The sweet song died, and a vague unrest and a nameless longing filled her breast,—A wish, that she hardly dare to own, for something better than she had Judge rode slowly down the lane, smoothing his horses chestnut drew his bridle in the shade of the apple-trees to greet the maid,And asked a draught from the spring that flowed through the meadow across the stooped where the cool spring bubbled up, and filled for him her small tin cup,And blushed as she gave it, looking down on her feet so bare, and her
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