THE HOLY ESTATE: AN EX-PARTE VIEW.
Her Ladyship. "So you are leaving to get married, Thompson? I must come and see your wife when you are comfortably settled."
The Lover. "Thank you, me lady. She seems a nice quiet sort of girl, and I 'ave hevery 'ope she'll make me comfortable."
BELLES LETTRES AND OTHERS.
Most of us have been startled to observe how very far real life falls short of the standard of books. The realisation has come home to me with great force after reading whispers of Passion, a collection of love-letters by "Amorosa," which I could not refrain from comparing with certain authentic love-letters (as I suppose I must call them) which happen to be in my possession.
What a contrast! What a melancholy contrast!
Here, for example, is the tender opening of one of "Amorosa's" efforts: