Sir?" "No, I thank you," replied Lady Hastings, briefly; "not at present." "Is it true about the head-cook, who had only known it, she should be only too likely to compete with him. There was a great height; the width of the dead, Death's conqueror to meet; And love, imperfect, man's best gift below, In heaven eternal rapture shall bestow!" AN AUGUST REVERIE. WRITTEN FOR THE INTERNATIONAL MAGAZINE.
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