The set in which they found themselves was composed of English, and Amy was compelled to walk decorously through a cotillion, feeling all the while as if she could dance the tarantella with relish.

Another Laerceus must we send, / Artist divine, whose skilful hands infold / The victim's horn with circumfusile gold.

What God hath cleansed, that call not thou common.

lest the name thereof being discovered unto their enemies, their Penates and Patronal Gods might be called forth by charms and incantations.