Chapter 20 No.20

It is and is not-'tis the thing I sought for,

Have kneel'd for, pray'd for, risk'd my fame and life for,

And yet it is not-no more than the shadow

Upon the hard, cold, flat, and polished mirror,

Is the warm, graceful, rounded, living substance

Which it presents in form and lineament.

OLD PLAY.

The usher, with gravity which ill