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"When true hearts lie withered, / And fond ones are flown, / Oh! who would inhabit / This bleak world alone?" / Moore.
LADY GRUBB'S visit was succeeded by one from Mrs. Home-a kind, well-meaning little lady, as we know, but as yet attired in what had been a very nice Dirzee-made garment at Port Blair, and even passed muster for best on board ship, but which stamped her at once in the eyes of the Miss Platts as "bad style."