—"Which she accords with smile seraphic."
I know it,—it was in the "Graphic."
Declined.
Hugh.
Once more, and I forego
All hopes of hanging, high or low:
Behold the hero of the scene,
In bungalow and palankeen....
Helen.
What!—all at once! But that's absurd;—
Unless he's Sir Boyle Roche's bird!
Hugh.
Permit me—'Tis a Panorama,
In which the person of the drama,
Mid orientals dusk and tawny,
Mid warriors drinking brandy pawnee,
Mid scorpions, dowagers, and griffins,
In morning rides, at noon-day tiffins,
In every kind of place and weather,
Is solaced ... by a sprig of heather.
(More seriously.)
He puts that faded scrap before
The "Rajah," or the "Koh-i-noor"....
He would not barter it for all
Benares, or the Taj-Mahal....
It guides,—directs his every act,
And word, and thought—In short—in fact—
I mean ...
(Opening his locket.)