and I must add, I have seen few persons in London whom I liked so much, perhaps because his kind manner puts me so much in mind of my uncle."
"But I have interrupted you. What were the leaves you were so carefully turning?" and Edward took up a number of Martin's Illustrations of Milton.
"I never," said Emily, "have my idea of a palace realised but in these pictures—the halls of porphyry through which Prince Ahmed was led to the throne of his fairy queen—or those of a thousand pillars of black marble, where the young king sat an enchanted statue."
Edward Lorraine.—"I should like to be the Czar, if it were only to give some millions of my barbarians employment in erecting a palace after Martin's design. It would be for their benefit. The monarch must be noble as his dwelling; and my ideas would be exalted as my roof, and my actions imitate the beauty and regularity of my pillars."
Miss Arundel.—"Do not you think his landscapes have the same magnificent spirit of poetry in them as his architecture? Look at these trees, each one a temple—these rocks, yet warm with the lightning flash, which has
