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MAKSTON; OR, THE MEMOIRS OF A STATESMAN.
"Have I not in my time heard lions roar?
My entertainer received me with more civility than I had expected. He was almost fashionably dressed; his grim features were smoothed into an elaborate smile; and be repeated hU -gratification at seeing me, in such Tariety of tones that I began to doubt the cordiality of my reception. But 1 could have no doubt of the elegance of the apartment into which 1 was shown. All was foreign, even to the flowers in the vases that filled the windows. A few bas-reliefs in the most finished style; a few alabasters as bright as if they had been brought at the moment from Carrara; a few paintings of the Italian masters, if not original and of the highest value, at least tirdt-rate copies—caught the eye at once: the not loo much, the not too little, that exact point which it require so much skill to touch, showed that the eye of taste had been every where; and I again thought of the dungeon in the city, and asked myself whether it was possible that Mordecai could be the worker of the miracle.
Naturally making him some acknowledgment for his invitation, and saying some civil thing of his taste, he laughed, and said, "I have but little
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merit in the matter. All this is my daughter's. Moorfields is my house; this house is Mariamue's. As our origin and connexions are foreign, we make use of our opportunities to indulge ourselves in these foreign trifles. But we have a little 'reunion' of our neighbours this evening, and I must first make you known to the lady of ihejete." He rang the bell.
"Neighbours!" said I; "all round me, as 1 came, seemed solitude; and yours is so beautiful, that I almost think society would injure its beauty."
*' Well, well, Mr Marston, you shall see. But this I advise you, take care of your heart if you are susceptible."
A servant announced that his mistress would attend us in a few minutes, and I remained examining the pictures and the prospect; when a gay voice, and the opening of a door, made me turn round to pay my homage to the lady. I had made up my mind to see one of the stately figures and magnificent countenances which are often to be found in the higher orders of the daughters of Israel. I saw, on the contrary, one of the gayest countenances and lightest figures imaginable—the pel it nez retrouste,