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Hamilton's dream-palace, with all its splendid plunder of art treasures, had gone under the hammer in satisfaction of a court judgment. Next went the house which his parents had occupied, and before that all the servants had gone save one.
It was ten o'clock when we came into Clermont-Ferrand, which looked a beautiful old place in the moonlight, with the great, white Puy de Dome floating half way up the sky, like a marble dream-palace.
Already the weltering roofs of Paris were in sight, to the right, the Eiffel Tower spearing up like a fairy pillar of gold lace-work, the Seine looping the cluttered acres like a sleek brown serpent, the Sacre-Coeur a dream-palace of opalescent walls. Versailles broke the horizon to port and slipped astern. Paris closed up, telescoped its panorama, became a mere blur, a smoky smudge.
She heard the words: 'Mr Carey is alive, and instantly believed them; at the same moment her dream-palace vanished, and she saw the bare ground of her love affair exactly as it was as Guthrie himself would see it and just how she had deceived herself and others. Her healthy heart and nervous system could not support her under the impact of such a shock.
"Ah," said Queer, softly; "we wished for the palace, you see, and the things we wish for are never dull." "It is a dream-palace," added Wilful; "and dreams are never dull either." "I hope it will not go away as my dreams do when I wake up in the morning," said Molly. "Oh, no," they assured her.
That shows what the wymps can do when they forget to be wympish. And Molly drank her milk and went to sleep in her dream-palace, and was the happiest little Queen on either side of the sun; and the wymps well, it is impossible to describe what the wymps felt like.
Browning has renounced the selfish serenities of wild-wood and dream-palace; he has fared up and down among men, listening to the music of humanity, observing the acts of men, and he has sung what he has heard, and he has painted what he has seen. Will the work live? we ask; and we can answer only in his own words It lives, If precious be the soul of man to man." 9th November 1887
He thinks of beauty as cut up into small snips and shreds of momentary sensations; as the sweet sound of melodious words and cadences; or as something abstract, pattern-like, imposed from without, a Procrustes-bed of symmetry and proportion; or as a view of life Circe-like, insidious, a golden languor, made of "the selfish serenities of wild-wood and dream-palace."
"When you were sick you talked as if you could reach out and pull down the stars, if you needed them in an endeavor to complete your life." "Sometimes I think I could, then the reality of life comes crashing through the walls of my dream-palace, and, behold, I am standing desolate and abandoned, grasping at lights which are even too far away to be seen!
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