Whispers, Squeezes, Nods, and Embraces, are the innocent Freedoms of the Place.

Our happy faces, our rapid talking, and our devotion to each other, which we took no pains to conceal, attracted the attention of all about us,and I heard one father of a family, who was returning to Paris with a half score of cross, tired, and crying children, whisper to his wife, as he pointed towards us,"That is a couple in their honey-moon, or else lovers; how happy they are!"

Winds, upon whose racked eddies, far aloft, Above the murmur of the uneasy world, My thoughts in exultation held their way: Whose tremulous whispers through the rustling glade Were once to me unearthly tones of love, Joy without object, wordless music, stealing Through all my soul, until my pulse beat fast With aimless hope, and unexpressed desire

"Is this a theatre?" whispered Smike, in amazement; "I thought it was a blaze of light and finery.