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Beatrice.
Agnes Miller found a very agreeable husband in Major Taunton , R . E ., and Carruthers mai-ried the arch and merry Lisette , old Brummer settling a very handsome marriage portion on the young couple . Brummer and I are heth still unmarried , Brummer always declaring that he thinks " he prefers his liberty and his pipe . For de woman ' s ways ancl cle woman ' s temper might
interfere gith the placidity of a ' philosopher . '" Jorrocks and his wife are greatly flourishing , these numerous marriages adding a good deal to the worthy doctor ' s business . When I was last at Cayley there was a tremendous gathering for three christenings , and as Twamley remarked , the amount of caudle consumed was " positively fearful ! " Ah well , I am not so young as I was ; but I often think of gay doings ancl kindly faces , and old days , ancl of friends , and I am g lad to have introduced my readers to a few pleasant people , and above all , Beatrice , who is still my ideal of one of the " brightest and best of Earth ' s
daughters , Have I not been as good as my word , kind reader ? I have told you a little , stupid , pi-osy tale of true love , and made it all end well . Come , for once be geniall y tolerant . After all , we are sick—are we not , of dreadful scenes and awfully wicked men ancl women ? Let us rejoice to think that our heroes ancl heroines are something like the very people you and I , kind friends , have known and talked to , ancl lived with , ancl loved hugely , during these passing years of Life .
In an age of realism let us seek , at any rate , to be , real , and let us not be ashamed to confess that we disavow that " sensationalism " which exalts vice and parodies virtue , ancl renders honour and truth , loyalty and constancy , man ' s duty , ancl woman ' s faith , but the " baseless fabric of a dream . " THE END .
A Sonnet.
A SONNET .
BY JOHN CRITCHLEY PRINCE . UPON the threshold of another year Let me shake off the clinging mire of sin , And with a reverent feeling enter in
, Thoughtful as if my final hour were near ; And let me supplicate for light to cheer My darkling soul , that stumbles through the gloom Which shrouds the uncertain , pathway to the tomb—The end of all our strife ancl struggle here . True aspirations towards the good should clear
My grief-beclouded mind ; good thoughts should bring The power to do a good and hol y thing , Ancl make me strenuous , steadfast , and sincere ; Good deeds should help me o ' er the rugged way To a diviner realm . Let me begin to-day .
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Beatrice.
Agnes Miller found a very agreeable husband in Major Taunton , R . E ., and Carruthers mai-ried the arch and merry Lisette , old Brummer settling a very handsome marriage portion on the young couple . Brummer and I are heth still unmarried , Brummer always declaring that he thinks " he prefers his liberty and his pipe . For de woman ' s ways ancl cle woman ' s temper might
interfere gith the placidity of a ' philosopher . '" Jorrocks and his wife are greatly flourishing , these numerous marriages adding a good deal to the worthy doctor ' s business . When I was last at Cayley there was a tremendous gathering for three christenings , and as Twamley remarked , the amount of caudle consumed was " positively fearful ! " Ah well , I am not so young as I was ; but I often think of gay doings ancl kindly faces , and old days , ancl of friends , and I am g lad to have introduced my readers to a few pleasant people , and above all , Beatrice , who is still my ideal of one of the " brightest and best of Earth ' s
daughters , Have I not been as good as my word , kind reader ? I have told you a little , stupid , pi-osy tale of true love , and made it all end well . Come , for once be geniall y tolerant . After all , we are sick—are we not , of dreadful scenes and awfully wicked men ancl women ? Let us rejoice to think that our heroes ancl heroines are something like the very people you and I , kind friends , have known and talked to , ancl lived with , ancl loved hugely , during these passing years of Life .
In an age of realism let us seek , at any rate , to be , real , and let us not be ashamed to confess that we disavow that " sensationalism " which exalts vice and parodies virtue , ancl renders honour and truth , loyalty and constancy , man ' s duty , ancl woman ' s faith , but the " baseless fabric of a dream . " THE END .
A Sonnet.
A SONNET .
BY JOHN CRITCHLEY PRINCE . UPON the threshold of another year Let me shake off the clinging mire of sin , And with a reverent feeling enter in
, Thoughtful as if my final hour were near ; And let me supplicate for light to cheer My darkling soul , that stumbles through the gloom Which shrouds the uncertain , pathway to the tomb—The end of all our strife ancl struggle here . True aspirations towards the good should clear
My grief-beclouded mind ; good thoughts should bring The power to do a good and hol y thing , Ancl make me strenuous , steadfast , and sincere ; Good deeds should help me o ' er the rugged way To a diviner realm . Let me begin to-day .