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Rh tenderest memories of sorrow and remorse—a temple of the imagination—thus to be desecrated by the very coarsest part of festivity—the solemn turned to the ludicrous! There the last and loveliest likeness of the passionate and the beautiful—the dead Francisca—hung directly above white soup and white wine, blancmange and jelly. Truly, sorrow hath no more substance than a sandwich. How curious it is, too, that the regrets which spring from sentiment grow absurd when the least out of keeping with circumstance! Affections are as passing as the worthless life they redeem; and the attempt to give them memory, when their existence is no more, has often more of laughter in it than of tears. Edward remembered all the melancholy associations which had so long been connected with the room. Well, there were now the supper-tables spread; and all the advantage of his quiet entrance was, that he was at first taken for a thief, attracted by the charms of silver forks and spoons. Most of the servants were new, and this slight circumstance was a vexation. In an old house we look for old servants. Edward thought the change must have been a bitter as well as a sudden one, that had thus