Of marriageable men. This planet’s store

                   In iron, cotton, wool, or chemicals—

                   All matter rendered to our plastic skill,

                   Is wrought¹ in shapes responsive to demand;

                   The market’s pulse makes index high or low,

                   By rule sublime². Our daughters must be wives,

                   And to the wives must be what men will choose;

                   Men’s taste is woman’s test. You mark the phrase?

                   ‘Tis good, I think?—the sense well-winged and poised³

                   With t’s and s’s.

  2nd Gent.                      Nay⁴, but turn it round;

                   Give us the test of taste. A fine menu—

                   Is it to-day what Roman epicures⁵

                   Insisted that a gentleman must eat

                   To earn the dignity of dining well?

Brackenshaw Park, where the archery meeting was held, looked out from its gentle heights far over the neighboring valley to the outlying eastern downs and the broad, slow rise of cultivated country, hanging like a vast curtain toward the west. The castle which stood on the highest platform of the clustered hills, was built of rough-hewn

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