Most beautiful

There where four of them sitting a winters night round a crackling beech log fire, An artist a huntsman an owner and the our dearly belowed old squire. "whats the most beautiful thing in the world?" Asked the squire. Why relly of course, without any doubt," the owner exclaimed, a perfectly thoroughbred horse! Breeding and symmetry beauti of line, courage, endurance arethere if you dont belive me come around and look at my chestnut hyperion mare." "Yes thats very true" the huntsman replied, "But nothing i'll swear vanbeat a stallion hound, like old Ringwood here look at his backand his feet! look at the way his ribs are sprung, The sense in his eyes, like a man, the length of his neck his carriage of stern and his beautiful belvoir tan." The artist mused, "Be it far from me to obtrude any ideas of mine, but it's obvious, of course, there's nothing can touch the femenine form divine. The wonderful tint of a womans skin Her eyes (be they brown or blue) the heaven itself when she turns and looks with the whole of here soul at you. I could go on for hours retailing her charms and tell of her exquisite figure" Doubtless, old man," said the squire alarmed, "but it would hardely de rigeur, your horse your hound your lovely girl (no doubt she's a bundle of charms) can never compare with the old hall here, the woods, the pastures and farms; There's nothing so lovely, so close to one's heart as this England of ours, I know, she gets a hold of your soul, you'll find she never lets go." The three men each raised his glass above and drank in absolute unison.. I'm bound to confes they made it a pretty late night.. .

Beatrice Holden

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