cheek. Beneath was written, "Francisca, taken after death."
There was beauty, there was grandeur in the room; it spoke both of mind and of wealth; but the only part which had a look of comfort was that made bright by the cheerful blaze of the fire: a little table, on which stood two decanters, apparently filled from the two urns by Jove's throne—for one was dark, and the other bright; a basket of oranges, and another of walnuts, were set in the middle; and in an arm-chair on each side leant Lord Etheringhame and his brother, too earnest in their conversation to mark an object beyond each other's face.
Edward Lorraine.—"I will urge my arguments against this wasteful seclusion no longer on your own account; you may neglect your talents and your toilette—leave your capacities and your curls equally uncultivated—forget your manners and your mirror—leave your coat to your tailor, and your neck cloth to fate—on your own account I urge you no longer; but I will urge you on that of others. With your wealth, your hereditary influence, your rank, how many paths of utility lie open before you! Your many advantages ought to be more than
