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THE FEAST OF THE VIOLETS.
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Well advanc'd, at this juncture, with true loving eyes,
Mrs. Opie, delightful for hating 'White Lies.'
'Good Temper' too, prince of the Lares (God bless him), owes
Thousands of thanks to her nice duodecimos.[1]
—"What! and you too must turn Quakeress, must you?"
Cried Phœbus;—"well, spite of your costume, I'll trust you:
Though truth, you dear goose, as all born Quakeresses
Will tell you, has nothing in common with dresses:
Besides, 'tis blaspheming my colours and skies:—
However, it shews you still young, and that's wise;
And since you must needs have no fault, let us see
If you can't mend it somehow, betwixt you and me."
He said; and threw round her a light of such love,
As turn'd her slate hues to the neck of the dove.
Mrs. Opie, delightful for hating 'White Lies.'
'Good Temper' too, prince of the Lares (God bless him), owes
Thousands of thanks to her nice duodecimos.[1]
—"What! and you too must turn Quakeress, must you?"
Cried Phœbus;—"well, spite of your costume, I'll trust you:
Though truth, you dear goose, as all born Quakeresses
Will tell you, has nothing in common with dresses:
Besides, 'tis blaspheming my colours and skies:—
However, it shews you still young, and that's wise;
And since you must needs have no fault, let us see
If you can't mend it somehow, betwixt you and me."
He said; and threw round her a light of such love,
As turn'd her slate hues to the neck of the dove.
Enter Pardoe all spirits, and Porter all state,
But sweet ones, like ladies whom knights made elate
(The latter wore some foreign order, whose name
I forget; but it well graced the chivalrous dame).
Then hearty good Roberts; and Roche (dear old deathless
Regina, whose lovers my boyhood made breathless),
And Shelley, four-fam'd,—for her parents, her lord,
And the poor lone impossible monster abhorr'd.
But sweet ones, like ladies whom knights made elate
(The latter wore some foreign order, whose name
I forget; but it well graced the chivalrous dame).
Then hearty good Roberts; and Roche (dear old deathless
Regina, whose lovers my boyhood made breathless),
And Shelley, four-fam'd,—for her parents, her lord,
And the poor lone impossible monster abhorr'd.
- ↑ Mrs. Opie's Tales ("Simple Tales," "Tales of Real Life," &c.) and her admirable novel, "Temper," are all printed in good, comfortable-sized, portable volumes, not too big for the pocket, yet with a largish type; so that, in every respect, they may literally be said to furnish some of the easiest reading in the language.
hear; but the man who hears a kind heart, hears it to all, and not to one only. He who appears to love only the friend he speaks to, and slanders or speaks coldly of the rest, loves no one but himself."
Every one of these sentences is a jewel.
