What a pity that they are as evanescent as the bloom of these flowers and the fragrance they exhale! You have never been in what is called the great world ?" "Never.

I passed one winter in Boston; but I was in deep mourning and did not go into society.

Besides, your mother thought me too young.

It was more than a year ago." "You will be considered old enough this winter.

Do you not look forward with eager anticipations and bright hopes to the realization of youth's golden dreams ?" "I as often look forward with dread as hope.