232 LOVE AND ANGLING. 



phantom heads to approach in the mirror. 

 When looking at each other for an explanation 

 of this phenomenon, the apparitions used to 

 vanish, so that the whole affair, you will under- 

 stand, was an optical delusion. 



Our fishing for the day is concluded at 

 Fairy Cove. Here it was, a fortnight ago, 

 that our romance had begun. For me, it was 

 simply the discovery in a woman's love of the 

 hidden meaning of what I read in books, 

 thought of over pictures, felt in music. And 

 yet how awkwardly a man tries to express this 

 in words ! He had better not try to express it 

 in words at all. Let him get the artists to do 

 it for him. It may have been a vulgar fashion 

 in old times to mark with a pencil tender and 

 appropriate sentiments in the works of the 

 Minerva press, but if you regard these annota- 

 tions as the pathetic efforts of voiceless 

 emotions, and impulses of souls eager for 

 affection, to procure a hearing for themselves 

 through the language and sentiments of others, 

 the lead-streaks maybe excused. Mary Jones, 

 who is full of feeling, but whose grammar is 

 defective, and whose mind is paralysed the 



