ETHEL CHURCHILL.
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CHAPTER XV.
DIFFERENT VIEWS OF LIFE.
And thus it is with all that made life fair,
Gone with the freshness that it used to wear.
'Tis sad to mark the ravage that the heart
Makes of itself; how one by one depart
The colours that made hope. We seek, we find;
And find, too, charm has, with the change, declined.
Many things have I loved, that now to me
Are as a marvel how they loved could be;
Yet, on we go, desiring to the last
Illusions vain, as any in the past.
"So, all my improvement in your heroine was thrown away upon you. I thought how it would be when I saw Miss Churchill in the stage-box."
