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Rh more than philosophy 'can clip an angel's wings;' I forget that all 'mine earlier hopes' are now set down

and I return with a handful of wild flowers, or a branch covered with acorns (the most graceful wreath that ever Oread wore), and imbued with poetry enough to resist the dull thick atmosphere of town for full four-and-twenty hours;—and then think how beautiful the environs of London really are!" "Yes, putting white stuccoed villas, verandas, and pic-nic parties, out of the question."

"Putting nothing at all out of the question: it is a very morbid or very affected taste which turns away from aught of human comfort or human enjoyment." "The other evening," continued Mrs. Sullivan, "I heard you quoting,

"As if," rejoined the young poet, "one were always obliged to be of the same opinion! However, so far I am ready to admit, that the enjoyment of a wild and a lonely scene is of