She is oneperhaps the most remarkable, howeverof many Lal Bagh daughters who are serving as evangelists in faraway places.

If by any biological chance it had happened that she had been an old lady instead of a horse, she would have been the kind that spent her day in a rocker with her knitting.

I heard you were dead my dear one, compleat, She is wondrous brave, a wondrous gallant Courtier.

Let us also dismiss as unauthorised and gratuitous the words of Pauline D. Townsend, in her biography of Haydn, when she says of Mrs. Schroeter that she was "an attractive, although, according to modern taste, a somewhat vulgar woman, of over sixty years of age, and there is no disguising the fact that she made violent love to Haydn.

For at work of this sort the old Philistine knows that she is an adept; and she has rejoiced in the skill of her hands, with a sober workmanly joy, since Cain first went a-wooing in the Land of Nod.

she said, "for shame, You are too big a match for so small game, To catch the Hare, or nimble Squirrel try, Remember, William, He is BUT A FLY." Not always is Humanity imprest By serious schooling; a light word or jest Will sometimes leave a moral sting behind When graver lessons vanish out of mind.

She is happiness.

I had been wanting her badly, but when I saw her, so bright and beautiful, looking as if she were the joy of life made incarnate, I should have liked to strike her hard, first on one cheek and then the other, deepening the rose to crimson, and leaving an ugly red mark for each finger.

She sometimes felt proud of him, despite the ever present knowledge that, intellectually speaking, she was his superior.

"She is a rose, a lily, a diamond, a morning star!"

She was the most beautiful of all the women I had ever yet seen in harems.

" How they all loved him, the poor bride thought, and he had told them she was a beautiful white rose.

I thought for a moment that she might be the beloved of Aengus, but how could that hunted, alluring, happy, immortal wretch have a face like this?

She was one o' th' elect, she said.

She was a magnificent, regal-looking creature and was a superb beauty of the classic type, and yet with it she was dainty and winsome.

She is altogether faultless and unblameable; her Family flourishes and improves by her good Management.

She simply led him into the Circle and took his Order, and allowed him to sit there in the Gloaming and observe how Popular she was.

"She was the beau ideal," says Byron, in his first accurate prose account of the affair, written 1823, a few days before his departure for Greece, "of all that my youthful fancy could paint of beautiful.

She's welcome at our place, Aldousfor as long as she remains in Tête Jaune.

She was self-conscious, impatient of correction, and so arrogant toward the other players that even gentle Alice Guerin was roused to retort.

Ay, she be just a kickin' up her heels miles away and a laughin' at her poor old master.

" Some months after she became ungovernablethrew plates about, and snatched caps from the heads of other women who looked at her lord in public places.

"She's a sister nownothing but a sister," murmured Lantier.

But, mark you, she was good Madame Délicieuse as well as fair Madame Délicieuse: her principles, however, not constructed in the austere Anglo-Saxon style, exactly (what need, with the lattice of the Confessional not a stone's throw off?).

I hope, not so; but she, of late, is froward; Reserved, and sad, and vexed at little things; Which her great soul, ashamed of, strait shakes off, And is composed again.