CHAPTER X.
_1st Gent._ What woman should be?
Sir, consult the taste Of marriageable men.

This planet's store In iron, cotton, wool, or chemicals-- All matter rendered to our plastic skill, Is wrought in shapes responsive to demand; The market's pulse makes index high or low, By rule sublime.

Our daughters must be wives, And to the wives must be what men will choose; Men's taste is woman's test.

You mark the phrase?
'Tis good, I think ?--the sense well-winged and poised With t's and s's.
_2nd Gent._ Nay, but turn it round; Give us the test of taste.

A fine _menu_-- Is it to-day what Roman epicures Insisted that a gentleman must eat To earn the dignity of dining well?
Brackenshaw Park, where the Archery Meeting was held, looked out from its gentle heights far over the neighboring valley to the outlying eastern downs and the broad, slow rise of cultivated country, hanging like a vast curtain toward the west.