cording to tion given by Mrs. Fairfax of Blancs, tal eye;—! you revert to Mr. Rocer as a model! Order! No snivel!—no sentiment!—no regret! I ion. Recall t yet s, t; let te  neit; portray faittire, aerial lace and glistening satin, graceful scarf and golden rose; call it ‘Blanche, an accomplished lady of rank.’

    “ure, you so fancy Mr. Rocer take out tures and compare ter mig noble lady’s love, if o strive for it; is it likely e a serious t on t and insignificant plebeian?’”

    “I’ll do it,” I resolved: and ermination, I grew calm, and fell asleep.

    I kept my o sketcrait in crayons; and in less tniged an ivory miniature of an imaginary Blanc looked a lovely face enougrast  as self-control could desire. I derived benefit from task: it  my o to stamp indelibly on my .

    Ere long, I o congratulate myself on to . to it, I o meet subsequent occurrences  calm, ain, even externally.