Mr. Trevyllian.—"There is something absurd in vowing constancy in love. Love depends on impulses and impressions: now, over neither of these have we any control. The only security is, that we soon exhaust our impulses, and grow callous to impressions; and the attachment has then become a habit, whose chains are, of all others, the most difficult to break."
Edward Lorraine.—
"And custom lie upon you with a weight
Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life."
Mr. Trevyllian.—"Some author or other well defines love to be 'an egotism in two persons;' and I recollect three lines which contain the whole essence of love-making:
'O moi que j'adore,
O toi qui m'adore,
O nous que nous nous adorons!'"
Mr. Morland.—"In this exaltation of constancy there is something of that self-deception which attends all our imaginings of every species of virtue. We make them so beautifully perfect, to serve as an excuse for not attaining thereunto. 'Perfection was not made for man.'"
Mr. Trevyllian.—"Only that truth is like the philosopher's stone, a thing not to be dis-
