To a Kathleen, an Eveleen, a Nora, or a Bessy, or an Alicia, he would have bowed more cordially on his introduction to her, for these were names with portraits and vistas beyond, that shook leaves of recollection of the happiest of life--the sweet things dreamed undesiringly in opening youth.

A Caroline awakened no soft association of fancies, no mysterious heaven and earth.

The others had variously tinted skies above them; their features wooed the dream, led it on as the wooded glen leads the eye till we are deep in richness.

Nor would he have throbbed had one of any of his favourite names appeared in the place of Caroline Adister.

They had not moved his heart, they had only stirred the sources of wonder.