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Beatrice.
the same in her ideas ancl ways , her plans ancl her pursuits , her giddy sayings and her dark deeds , her pleasant grace , and , if you like , her golden heart . " " Una est injusti ccerula forma maris , " sang . Ovid of old , which my youngfriend Pottleton has recently translated so well , if paraphrastically , rather" Wherever you go , whatever you see , the and will be
A woman ' s same , always . " I believe it was the great Moliere who also said" La femmo est toujom-s fomme Et jamais no sera , Autre chose que femmo Taut cpie le monde dnrei-a . "
" Good night , gentlemen , " here said Morley , " you have g iven us a good lecture to-nig ht . I hope it will clo us all good ; but , faith , I doubt it . Like one or two more ' green ' goslings , as yon call them , I am just now a firm believer in the virtue , and truth , and . excellence of woman , ancl my sentiments are those of a nameless poet , ivhose words I will try to read to you : — "TO MY LADY-LOVE IN CHURCH .
" A sunbeam laughs into her face— . The face that knows no stain , And laughs to see from out their place Within the window's pane The olden saints , iii quaint army , Come sliding , gliding down , To hover o'er hor winsome face And weave for her a crown
" Saint Matthew gleams about her lips , For all his mien so staid ; And see , upon her finger tips Saint James's palms are laid ; The loved apostle calmly floats O'er one so purely fair , And hoar Saint Peter , with his keys ,
Lies tangled iu her hair . " Aline eyes arc dazzled with the blaze , For oh ! she is so fair ; Yet do I nought but gaze and gaze , For glories have no glare . And then I murmer to myself , All ivond'i-ing' How can
she—, This being—in her radiancy , My own betrothed be . ' " Anon tbe organ's minstrelsy Aud all the choir join in , But she , albeit her siloncy , Is holier than a hymn . Her Jubilate Domino
, Her every look doth show—And Gloria is writ upon The brightness of her brow . " As Morley concluded these touching lines with due emphasis , the company incontinently made for the door , and the smoke all at once seemed to mingle with the " circumambient air . "
"Oh , " said Mr . Miller , as he took up his hat , " such is life . " " Yes , " replied Brummer , " it mostly ends in smoke , ivhich soon vanishes into empty space , ancl leaves us nothing behind but dust and hashes , " . ( To be conl-inuutl . )
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Beatrice.
the same in her ideas ancl ways , her plans ancl her pursuits , her giddy sayings and her dark deeds , her pleasant grace , and , if you like , her golden heart . " " Una est injusti ccerula forma maris , " sang . Ovid of old , which my youngfriend Pottleton has recently translated so well , if paraphrastically , rather" Wherever you go , whatever you see , the and will be
A woman ' s same , always . " I believe it was the great Moliere who also said" La femmo est toujom-s fomme Et jamais no sera , Autre chose que femmo Taut cpie le monde dnrei-a . "
" Good night , gentlemen , " here said Morley , " you have g iven us a good lecture to-nig ht . I hope it will clo us all good ; but , faith , I doubt it . Like one or two more ' green ' goslings , as yon call them , I am just now a firm believer in the virtue , and truth , and . excellence of woman , ancl my sentiments are those of a nameless poet , ivhose words I will try to read to you : — "TO MY LADY-LOVE IN CHURCH .
" A sunbeam laughs into her face— . The face that knows no stain , And laughs to see from out their place Within the window's pane The olden saints , iii quaint army , Come sliding , gliding down , To hover o'er hor winsome face And weave for her a crown
" Saint Matthew gleams about her lips , For all his mien so staid ; And see , upon her finger tips Saint James's palms are laid ; The loved apostle calmly floats O'er one so purely fair , And hoar Saint Peter , with his keys ,
Lies tangled iu her hair . " Aline eyes arc dazzled with the blaze , For oh ! she is so fair ; Yet do I nought but gaze and gaze , For glories have no glare . And then I murmer to myself , All ivond'i-ing' How can
she—, This being—in her radiancy , My own betrothed be . ' " Anon tbe organ's minstrelsy Aud all the choir join in , But she , albeit her siloncy , Is holier than a hymn . Her Jubilate Domino
, Her every look doth show—And Gloria is writ upon The brightness of her brow . " As Morley concluded these touching lines with due emphasis , the company incontinently made for the door , and the smoke all at once seemed to mingle with the " circumambient air . "
"Oh , " said Mr . Miller , as he took up his hat , " such is life . " " Yes , " replied Brummer , " it mostly ends in smoke , ivhich soon vanishes into empty space , ancl leaves us nothing behind but dust and hashes , " . ( To be conl-inuutl . )