Some one has asserted that a Polish woman is like punch made with holy-water.

One may like neither the punch nor the holy-water, and yet be very fond of Polish women.

They form one of the best chapters in the great book of the Creator.
"It is the portrait of my mother," said Count Larinski.
"Are you so fortunate as to still possess her ?" asked Antoinette.
"She was a tender flower," he replied; "and tender flowers never live long." "Her portrait shows it plainly; one can see that she suffered much, but was resigned to live." For the first time the count departed from the reserve he had shown towards Mlle.

Antoinette Moriaz.

"I have no words to tell you," he exclaimed, "how happy I am that my mother pleases you!" Othello was accused of having employed secret philters to win Desdemona's love.