A friend! Have I made friends of my readers?
I trust there are some who have followed the history of Gabriella Lynn with sufficient interest, to wish to learn something of her experience of the married life.
Come, then, with me, and I will devote this chapter to a palace, which might indeed fulfil the prayers of the most princely love.
This beautiful apartment, adorned with paintings and statues of the most exquisite workmanship, is a reception room, from which you enter the parlor and find yourself winding through fluted pillars of ingrained marble, from the centre of which curtains of blue and silver, sweeping back and wreathing the columns, form an arch beneath which queens might be proud to walk.

The walls are glittering with silver and blue, and all the decorations of the apartment exhibit the same beautiful union.

The ceiling above is painted in fresco, where cherubs, lovely as the dream of love, spread their wings of silvery tinted azure and draw their fairy bows.
Passing through this glittering colonnade into a kind of airy room, you pause on the threshold, imagining yourself in a fairy grotto.

We will suppose it moonlight; for it was by moonlight I first beheld this enchanting scene.

We arrived at night, and Ernest conducted me himself through a home which appeared to me more like a dream of the imagination than a creation of man.