on the sofa by the lady. "I always think, that this is the only Personification where Art has not rendered Innocence insipid."
"Do you think so?"
"Why, take Una in the Wilderness, or Goody Two Shoes. These, I believe, were the most innocent persons that ever existed, and I'm sure you will agree with me, they always look the most insipid. Nay, perhaps I was wrong in what I said; perhaps it is Insipidity that always looks innocent, not Innocence always insipid."
"How can you refine so, Mr. Grey, when the thermometer is at 250°! Pray, tell me some more stories."
"I cannot, I'm in a refining humour: I could almost lecture to-day at the Royal Institution. You would not call these exactly Prosopopeias of Innocence?" said Vivian, turning over a bundle of Stewart Newton's beauties, languishing, and lithographed. "Newton,
