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THE ÆSTHETE.

F you're anxious for to shine in the high æsthetic line, as a man of culture rare, You must get up all the germs of the transcendental terms, and plant them everywhere. You must lie upon the daisies and discourse in novel phrases of your complicated state of mind, The meaning doesn't matter if it's only idle chatter of a transcendental kind.
 * And everyone will say,
 * As you walk your mystic way,

"If this young man expresses himself in terms too deep for me, Why, what a very singularly deep young man this deep young man must be!" 91