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Rh fairy fancies. Beatrice listened till she lay and wept with delight. A gentle hand now opened the door, and her former kind guide appeared. "You look much better, but you must not get up—to-morrow you will be quite another creature. You see I have not forgotten you: so eat your supper, and go to sleep again." Some boiled rice, with some exquisite conserves, and a glass of wine, aromatic as if made of flowers—and Beatrice finished her repast with a conviction that never had there been any thing half so delicious. A gastronome ought to fast sometimes on principle; we appreciate no pleasures unless we are occasionally debarred from them. Restraint is the golden rule of enjoyment.