Be contented with what you are and paint me another picture." "Oh, I don't envy Hudson anything he possesses," Singleton said, "because to take anything away would spoil his beautiful completeness.
'Complete,' that 's what he is; while we little clevernesses are like half-ripened plums, only good eating on the side that has had a glimpse of the sun.

Nature has made him so, and fortune confesses to it! He is the handsomest fellow in Rome, he has the most genius, and, as a matter of course, the most beautiful girl in the world comes and offers to be his model.

If that is not completeness, where shall we find it ?" One morning, going into Roderick's studio, Rowland found the young sculptor entertaining Miss Blanchard--if this is not too flattering a description of his gracefully passive tolerance of her presence.

He had never liked her and never climbed into her sky-studio to observe her wonderful manipulation of petals.

He had once quoted Tennyson against her:-- "And is there any moral shut Within the bosom of the rose ?" "In all Miss Blanchard's roses you may be sure there is a moral," he had said.