How can it be--forgive me--that your people, who seem remote from poetry, should be the devisers and popularizers of this so poetic pastime?
To breathe in the green of earth and the light of the dead sun! The poetry of your American smoke delights me." St.George smiled as he offered the prince his case.
"In America," he said, "we devised it as a vice, your Highness.

We are obliged to do the same with poetry, if we popularize it." And St.George was thinking: "Miss Holland.

He has seen Miss Holland--perhaps yesterday.

Perhaps he will see her to-day.

And how in this world am I ever to mention her name ?" But the prince was in the idlest and most genial of humours.