Dear soul, for all is well."
* * * *
And "while the world runs round and round," I said,
"Reign thou apart, a quiet king,
Still as while Saturn whirls, his steadfast shade
Sleeps on his luminous ring."
The following skit ridiculing the furniture and decorations of an artistically-arranged modern house, is taken from Punch of the 15th February, 1879.
THE PALACE OF ART.
I BUILT myself a high-art pleasure-house
For my sick soul at peace therein to dwell.