NECK QUESTION

it still had the colour, could plainly be seen to have lost the texture of youth;

and then, where were youth's contours? Ah, Madame! wise as you were,

even you knew weakness. Never had I pitied Madame before, but my heart

softened towards her, when she turned darkly from the glass. A calamity

had come upon her. That hag Disappointment was greeting her with a grisly

"All-hail," and her soul rejected the intimacy.

But Rosine! My bewilderment there surpasses description. I embraced

five opportunities of passing her cabinet that day, with a view to contem-

plating her charms, and finding out the secret of their influence. She was

pretty, young, and wore a well-made dress. All very good points, and, I sup-

pose, amply sufficient to account, in any philosophic mind, for any amount

of agony and distraction in a young man, like Dr. John. Still, I could not