unnatural loves to the exclusion of the enjoyment of those beautiful creatures that Nature has destined for the lawful delectation of men.
Why speak of that admirable character, the Dowager of Kehlmark, high-born lady and fearless disciple of Voltaire, dying in the saintly odour of her good deeds? Why name the sacrifices of Blandine, beautiful name covering a more beautiful soul, save to emphasize the martyrdom she endured? Blandine, true type of thousands of other brave girls and women living to-day in this strange God's world; Blandine, the losing heroine, who made a living sacrifice of her woman's body to save a mans name from shame.
Ah! These things recall other memories, stir up other souvenirs, mind us of the besmirchment of a great name, when a brilliant light, that shone like a star in England's literary constellation, was hurled headlong down from his ethereal estate.
"With hideous ruin and combustion
… Confounded though immortal."
