This Is The Patent Age Of New

Romances Paint At Full Length People's Wooing. But Only Give A Bust Of Marriages.

I Was Accused Of Every Monstrous Vice By Public Rumour And Private Rancour; My Name, Which Had Been A Knightly Or Noble One, Was Tainted. I Felt That, If What Was Whispered, And Muttered, And Murmured, Was True, I Was Unfit For England; If False, England Was Unfit For Me.

Dreading That Climax Of All Human Ills The Inflammation Of His Weekly Bills.

All Who Joy Would Win Must Share It. Happiness Was Born A Twin.

This Quiet Sail Is As A Noiseless Wing To Waft Me From Distraction.