OR, THE DANSEUSE: A PORTRAITURE OF HUMAN PASSIONS AND CHARACTER. PARIS; 1856 VIOLET. CHAPTER I. "A creature not too bright or good, For human nature's daily food, Made up of charms and simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles." WORDSWORTH. "WHERE is Violet," inquired Mr. Woodville of his wife; Lætitia, my dear, where is Violet?" "Gone to change her shoes," answered Mrs. Woodville.“ Dupas is coming. By the bye, we must ask him to dine with us soon, for he really takes great pains with Violet." "Whenever you like, my dear. I have never determined what I mean to do with little Violet, but I am glad she is growing up so handsome, and she is such a graceful darling! She ought to marry a lord, at least, ought my little Violet." "Well, if she is handsome, Violet may thank her mother for it," |