A living native duke is worth fifty Phoebus Apollos to Englishmen, and a buxom young lass of the fields mounting from a pair of pails to the estate of duchess, a more romantic object than troops of your visionary Yseults and Guineveres. A certain time after the marriage, his Grace alighted at the Wells, and did himself the honour to call on Mr. Beamish.

A living native duke is worth fifty Phoebus Apollos to Englishmen, and a buxom young lass of the fields mounting from a pair of pails to the estate of duchess, a more romantic object than troops of your visionary Yseults and Guineveres. A certain time after the marriage, his Grace alighted at the Wells, and did himself the honour to call on Mr. Beamish.