he of Philadelphia."

The music ceased; the band were hurrying away; the people all over the
grounds were rising to go, lingering a little, reluctant to leave the
enchanting scene. Irene wished, with a sigh, that it might never end;
unreal as it was, it was more native to her spirit than that future
which her talk with Stanhope had opened to her contemplation. An
ill-defined apprehension possessed her in spite of the reassuring
presence of her lover and her perfect confidence in the sincerity of
his passion; and this feeling was somehow increased by the appearance of
Mrs. Glow with her mother; she could not shake off the uneasy suggestion
of the contrast.

At the hour when the ladies went to their rooms the day was just
beginning for a certain class of the habitues. The parlors were nearly
deserted, and few chairs were occupied on the piazzas, but the ghosts
of another generation seemed to linger, especially in the offices and
barroom. Flitting about were to be seen the social heroes who had a
notoriety thirty and forty years ago in the newspapers. This dried-up
old man in a bronze wig, scuffling along in list slippers, was a famous
criminal lawyer in his day; this gentleman, who still wears an air
of gallantry, and is addressed as General, had once a reputation for
successes in the drawing-room as well as on the field of Mars; here is
a genuine old beau, with the unmistakable self-consciousness of one who
has been a favorite of the sex, but who has slowly decayed in the midst
of his cosmetics; here saunter along a couple of actors with the air
of being on the stage. These people all have the "nightcap" habit, and
drift along towards the bar-room--the last brilliant scene in the drama
of the idle day, the necessary portal to the realm of silence and sleep.

This is a large apartment, brightly lighted, with a bar extending across
one end of it. Modern taste is conspicuous here, nothing is gaudy,
colors are subdued, and its decorations are simple even the bar itself
is refined, substantial, decorous, wanting entirely the meretricious
glitter and barbarous ornamentation of the old structures of this sort,
and the attendants have wholly laid aside the smart antics of the former
bartender, and the customers are swiftly and silently served by the
deferential waiters. This is one of the most striking changes that King
noticed in American life.

There is a certain sort of life-whether it is worth seeing is a question
that w