It will then take the character of its place of abode, and we have to look not so much for the pure thing as for the passion.

Did it move them, hurry them, animating the giants and gnomes of one, the elves and sprites of the other, and putting animal nature out of its fashionable front rank?
The bare railway-line of their story tells of a passion honest enough to entitle it to be related.

Nor is there anything invented, because an addition of fictitious incidents could never tell us how she came to do this, he to do that; or how the comic in their natures led by interplay to the tragic issue.

They are real creatures, exquisitely fantastical, strangely exposed to the world by a lurid catastrophe, who teach us, that fiction, if it can imagine events and persons more agreeable to the taste it has educated, can read us no such furrowing lesson in life.
THE TRAGIC COMEDIANS.