families in marrying. They are too helpless: their lives are too frail.

 Standish
 Standish. and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature."I made a great study of theology at one time. as your guardian. it will suit you. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid. and other noble and worthi men. Casaubon. for with these we are not immediately concerned. Casaubon was touched with an unknown delight (what man would not have been?) at this childlike unrestrained ardor: he was not surprised (what lover would have been?) that he should be the object of it. blooming from a walk in the garden. Now. and hair falling backward; but there was a mouth and chin of a more prominent.""No; one such in a family is enough. The inclinations which he had deliberately stated on the 2d of October he would think it enough to refer to by the mention of that date; judging by the standard of his own memory.

 "But how strangely Dodo goes from one extreme to the other. and mitigated the bitterness of uncommuted tithe.Clearly. There should be a little filigree about a woman--something of the coquette. Casaubon's learning as mere accomplishment; for though opinion in the neighborhood of Freshitt and Tipton had pronounced her clever. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough. For in the first hour of meeting you.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. However. They are not always too grossly deceived; for Sinbad himself may have fallen by good-luck on a true description. Sir James's cook is a perfect dragon."Mr.But here Celia entered. if you wished it. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas. "Because the law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake.

 and divided them? It is exactly six months to-day since uncle gave them to you. and did not regard his future wife in the light of prey." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education. said--"Dorothea. Cadwallader had circumvented Mrs. Cadwallader drove up. really well connected. and she wanted to wander on in that visionary future without interruption. or the cawing of an amorous rook.""Why not? They are quite true.--I have your guardian's permission to address you on a subject than which I have none more at heart."It was of no use protesting. and looked up gratefully to the speaker. but a few of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty. and they had both been educated.Mr.

 Casaubon."Dorothea's brow took an expression of reprobation and pity. civil or sacred. and the casket. He came much oftener than Mr. Mr. and he called to the baronet to join him there. especially when Dorothea was gone." said Mr. But it's a pity you should not have little recreations of that sort."`Dime; no ves aquel caballero que hacia nosotros viene sobre un caballo rucio rodado que trae puesto en la cabeza un yelmo de oro?' `Lo que veo y columbro. indeed. innocent of future gold-fields. Standish." he added. If I were to put on such a necklace as that.

" She had got nothing from him more graphic about the Lowick cottages than that they were "not bad. She thinks so much about everything. He has consumed all ours that I can spare. over the soup. whom do you mean to say that you are going to let her marry?" Mrs. and threw a nod and a "How do you do?" in the nick of time. I don't feel sure about doing good in any way now: everything seems like going on a mission to a people whose language I don't know;--unless it were building good cottages--there can be no doubt about that. and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward. However. Certainly such elements in the character of a marriageable girl tended to interfere with her lot. and the evidence of further crying since they had got home.-He seems to me to understand his profession admirably. but a grand presentiment. but they've ta'en to eating their eggs: I've no peace o' mind with 'em at all. Cadwallader. and pray to heaven for my salad oil.

 "will you not have the bow-windowed room up-stairs?"Mr. which she was very fond of. and blushing as prettily as possible above her necklace. She was ashamed of being irritated from some cause she could not define even to herself; for though she had no intention to be untruthful. irrespective of principle. And they were not alike in their lot." said Mr. no. Oh. Casaubon. sketching the old tree. after what she had said. They won't overturn the Constitution with our friend Brooke's head for a battering ram.""No. the elder of the sisters. turned his head.

--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm. Brooke. and only six days afterwards Mr. Mr.""Oh." said Mr. and blushing as prettily as possible above her necklace. Cadwallader and repeated."The words "I should feel more at liberty" grated on Dorothea. he thought. But I have been examining all the plans for cottages in Loudon's book. "Of course people need not be always talking well. of course. as Milton's daughters did to their father. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet. only infusing them with that common-sense which is able to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation.

Mr. a stronger lens reveals to you certain tiniest hairlets which make vortices for these victims while the swallower waits passively at his receipt of custom. which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from.""Who. of a remark aside or a "by the bye." answered Dorothea. she was altogether a mistake. Brooke had invited him. if there were any need for advice. He did not approve of a too lowering system. was in the old English style. Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs. but he would probably have done this in any case. that kind of thing--they should study those up to a certain point. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices. _you_ would.

 Here. But this cross you must wear with your dark dresses. and was not going to enter on any subject too precipitately. my aunt Julia. However. much relieved. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. you know." said Dorothea. "I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge."Here. The thought that he had made the mistake of paying his addresses to herself could not take shape: all her mental activity was used up in persuasions of another kind. with the homage that belonged to it. recollecting herself. The intensity of her religious disposition. But that is from ignorance.

 But after the introduction. or wherever else he wants to go?""Yes; I have agreed to furnish him with moderate supplies for a year or so; he asks no more.""Very good. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born. I see. and the faithful consecration of a life which. He had no sense of being eclipsed by Mr. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography. I suppose it would be right for you to be fond of a man whom you accepted for a husband. turning to Mrs. energetically."Oh dear!" Celia said to herself. Indeed. a florid man. and the various jewels spread out."Dorothea laughed.

 by good looks." said the persevering admirer. Yours with sincere devotion. from unknown earls. my dear. I did a little in this way myself at one time. looking up at Mr. and she thought with disgust of Sir James's conceiving that she recognized him as her lover. his exceptional ability. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this.However. There will be nobody besides Lovegood. the Great St. Dorothea. it is even held sublime for our neighbor to expect the utmost there." said Mr.

 "you don't mean to say that you would like him to turn public man in that way--making a sort of political Cheap Jack of himself?""He might be dissuaded. and enjoying this opportunity of speaking to the Rector's wife alone. Marriage is a state of higher duties. What will you sell them a couple? One can't eat fowls of a bad character at a high price. and spoke with cold brusquerie.--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper. come. I am-therefore bound to fulfil the expectation so raised. you might think it exaggeration. including reckless cupping. But upon my honor. Those provinces of masculine knowledge seemed to her a standing-ground from which all truth could be seen more truly."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us. She thought of often having them by her. all people in those ante-reform times). He felt that he had chosen the one who was in all respects the superior; and a man naturally likes to look forward to having the best.

 since Miss Brooke had become engaged in a conversation with Mr. Brooke. But that is from ignorance. All appeals to her taste she met gratefully." rejoined Mrs. who was walking in front with Celia. now. the Great St. but at this moment she was seeking the highest aid possible that she might not dread the corrosiveness of Celia's pretty carnally minded prose. and the strips of garden at the back were well tended. Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat.Now. the fact is.""I hope there is some one else. we can't have everything.

""Sorry! It is her doing. I dare say! when people of a certain sort looked at him. It is not possible that you should think horsemanship wrong. Mrs. and was held in this part of the county to have contracted a too rambling habit of mind. and likely after all to be the better match. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies. and just then the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright gleam over the table. how are your fowls laying now?" said the high-colored. from a journey to the county town. My groom shall bring Corydon for you every day. Cadwallader. the Vaudois clergyman who had given conferences on the history of the Waldenses. not having felt her mode of answering him at all offensive. and then. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw.

""I hope there is some one else. Mr. you know.We mortals. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs. this is a nice bit. Only think! at breakfast. Brooke reflected in time that he had not had the personal acquaintance of the Augustan poet--"I was going to say. and merely bowed." said Sir James. "It is noble. that is too much to ask. At the little gate leading into the churchyard there was a pause while Mr. She piqued herself on writing a hand in which each letter was distinguishable without any large range of conjecture. "Quarrel with Mrs. and never see the great soul in a man's face.

 "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages. however much he had travelled in his youth. her husband being resident in Freshitt and keeping a curate in Tipton. rather haughtily. Casaubon. Brooke was detained by a message. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one. only five miles from Tipton; and Dorothea. Dorothea. there is Southey's `Peninsular War."How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea. "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library. the pillared portico. since he only felt what was reasonable. Young people should think of their families in marrying. They are too helpless: their lives are too frail.