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, true feminine felicity! how rapidly it passed the morning away—how in a few short hours were Emily's ideas expanded! Here she blushed for her sleeves, there for her flounces: how common seemed the memory of her red-rose wreath beside her newly-acquired taste for golden oats! The bonnets that were tried on, the silks that were unfolded, the ribands that were chosen,—till she went home happy in a hat, whose dimensions far exceeded the shields of any of her forefathers, and having chosen a ball dress, on whose composition, the milliner assured her, genius had exhausted itself.

Lady Etheringhame being now a constitutionalist, dined rather early: and Emily, her head like a kaleidoscope, full of colours, with not a little disdain, put on the blue silk she