CHAPTER IV.
THUS RUNS THE WORLD AWAY.
"But we mortals Planted so lowly, with death to bless us, Sorrow no longer." "Our choices are our destiny.

Nothing is ours that our choices have not made ours." Julius Sandal had precisely those superficial excellences which the world is ready to accept at their apparent value; and he had been in so many schools, and imbibed such a variety of opinions, that he had a mental suit for all occasions.

"He knows about every thing," said Sandal to the clergyman, at the close of an evening spent together,--an evening in which Julius had been particularly interesting.

"Don't you think so, sir ?" The rector looked up at the starry sky, and around the mountain-girdled valley, and answered slowly, "He has a great many ideas, squire; but they are second-hand, and do not fit his intellect." Charlotte had much the same opinion of the paragon, only she expressed it in a different way.

"He believes in every thing, and he might as well believe in nothing.