ibly. No froion. It is of t facts of t, or spring-time, or tion in dark ers of t silver s cannot be questioned. It s divine rigy. It makes princes of t. You smile? A it you  smile. . . . People say sometimes t beauty is only superficial. t may be so, but at least it is not so superficial as t is. to me, beauty is t is only s judge by appearances. true mystery of t to you. But ake aly, and fully. y , and t triump for you, or o content yourself riump t ter ts. Every mont o sometime is jealous of you, and  your lilies and your roses. You  squander tening to tedious, trying to improve to t, t is in you! Let not upon you. Be al is ury s. You migs visible symbol. ity t do. to you for a season. . . . t I met you I sa you e unconscious of  I must tell you somet yourself. I t ragic it ed. For ttle time t your yout--suctle time. t t June as it is noars on tis, and year after year t of its leaves ars. But  back our yout beats in us at ty becomes sluggis. e degenerate into s, ed by too muce temptations t o yield to. Youtely not yout;

    Dorian Gray listened, open-eyed and  for a moment. t began to scramble all over tellated globe of tiny blossoms. c  strange interest in trivial t ry to develop ion for  terrifies us lays sudden siege to to yield. After a time t creeping into tained trumpet of a tyrian convolvulus. to quiver, and tly to and fro.

    Suddenly ter appeared at tudio and made staccato signs for to come in. turned to eacher and smiled.

    quot;I am ing,quot; ;Do come