Then, he forgot her. But, for you that slew her,
You, her own sister, that with airy ease,
Just for a moment's fancy could undo her,
Pass on your way. A little while, Marquise,
Be the sky silent, be the sea serene;
A pleasant passage à Sainte Guillotine!

As for Rosina,- for the quiet sleeper,

Whether stone hides her, or the happy grass, If the sun quickens, if the dews beweep her, Laid in the Madeleine or Montparnasse, Nothing we know,-but that her heart is cold, Poor beating heart! And so the Story's told.

PROVERBS IN PORCELAIN

"Rien en relief."

As

PROLOGUE

SSUME that we are friends. Assume

A common taste for old costume,—

Old pictures,-books.

ting

Then dream us sit

Us two-in some soft-lighted room.

Outside, the wind;—the "ways are mire."
We, with our faces toward the fire,
Finished the feast not full but fitting,
Watch the light-leaping flames aspire.

Silent at first, in time we glow;
Discuss "eclectics," high and low;
Inspect engravings, 'twixt us passing
The fancies of DETROY, MOREAU;

"Reveils" and "Couchers,"

"Fêtes";

"Balls" and

Anon we glide to "crocks" and plates,

Grow eloquent on glaze and classing, And half-pathetic over “states'