own ends, mildewing all else. Ugh!"

Miss Patty shivered, and her companion smiled.

"What a grewsome picture, Auntie dear! Fortunately human taste is as
diverse and catholic as the variety of human countenances. For
example: Clara Morse raves over Mr. Dunbar's 'clear-cut features, so
immensely classical'; and she pronounces his offending 'chin simply
perfect! fit for a Greek God!'"

"A very thin and gauzy partition divides Clara Morse's brains from
idiocy. In my day, all such feeble watery minds as hers were
regarded as semi-imbecile, pitied as intellectual cripples, and
wisely kept in the background of society; but, bless me! in this
generation they skip and prance to the very edge of the front, pose
in indecent garments without starch, or crinoline, or even the
protection of pleats and gathers; and insult good, sound, wholesome
common sense with the sickening affectations they are pleased to
call 'aesthetics.' Don't waste your time, and dilute your own mind
by quoting the silly twaddle of a poor girl who was turned loose too
early on society, who falls on her knees in ecstasies before a
hideous broken-nose tea-pot from some filthy hovel in Japan; and who
would not dare to admire the loveliest bit of Oiron pottery, or
precious old Chelsea claret-colored china in Kensington Museum,
until she had turned it upside down, and hunted the potter's mark
with a microscope. I say Mr. Dunbar has a domineering and tyrannical
chin, and five years hence, if you do not agree with me, it will be
because 'Ephraim is joined to his idols'--clay feet and all."

"Then follow the Bible injunction to 'let him alone.' I see Lennox