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PENNON’S REJECTION. 87 CHAPTER V. THE WONDERFUL CASTLE, - “In Yanuda did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree; Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man,. Down to a suniess sea, I.o, twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round, ~ And here were gardens bright with sinuongs rills, Where blossom’d many an incense-beariny tree; And here were forests, ancient as the Unfolding sunny spots of greenery.” CoLentpex “With bet aerial battlements was crown'd, t, And bastions fringed with fice. S, TENNYSON. PeNNON was again upon his wandering way in a melan- choly mood. He had been rejected. He was not a very vain man, considering his advantages of personal appearance, genius, and worldly ‘position. And yet it was true that he felt mortified at being refused by a simple country maiden, when so many city belles would have been proud of his pref- erence. He felt mortified at times, but not alWays; for Cle- matis Perey seemed to him a being the graces of whose soul were such that no worldly advantages were to be held in com- parison, nor any man to feel humiliated because she did not give him her love. He felt that he had aspired to her love— not brought himself down to it; and because it was withheld he could blame no one, and he certainly did not blame her. There was in his breast not precisely “an aching void,” but a settled feeling of grief as at some overwhelming loss, He had allowed his hopes to dwell upon this new treasure so strongly, _ that when he found it was not for him, he felt as if he had lost what was his. ) ’ He had grown very tired of the life he was leading in the city, before he went from it. It was a restless desire to find if the ideal of life could not be realized which sent him forth to rove over the country in quest of some new experience. comiclbooks.conn