is a feeling, too, when a girl has been jilted,—­thrown over, perhaps, is the proper term,—­after the gentleman has had the fun of making love to her for an entire season, and has perhaps even been allowed privileges as her promised husband, that the less said the better.  The girl does not mean to break her heart for love of the false one, and become the tragic heroine of a tale for three months.  It is her purpose again to

        —­trick her beams, and with new-spangled ore
        Flame in the forehead of the morning sky.

Though this one has been false, as were perhaps two or three before, still the road to success is open.  Uno avulso non deficit alter. ...