CHAPTER XXI.
We should be grateful to that fairy queen,
Sweet Fancy; she who makes dreams tangible,
And gives the outer world wherein we live
Light from the inner one, where feelings dwell,
And poetry, and colours beautiful,
Shedding a charm upon our daily life,
And keeping yet some childhood in the heart.
"I was quite alarmed yesterday while dining with Mr. Morland, to find him, Miss Arundel, so great an admirer of yours. I entreat," said Lorraine, "that you will not destroy my beau idéal of sixty and singlehood."
"Vain fears!" replied Emily, laughing. "A lover may give up his mistress, but not a philosopher his system. It would be bad taste in him to marry again; and such an argument would with him be decisive. Good taste is his religion, his morality, his standard, and his test. I remember Mr. Delawarr was telling a story of a most shocking murder that a man had committed—beating his wife's brains out
