THE

LOTTERY OF LIFE.

BY

THE COUNTESS OF BLESSINGTON.

After long stormes and tempests overblowne,
The Sunne at length his joyous face doth cleare:
So when as Fortune all her spight hath showne,
Some blissful hours at last must needes appeare,
Else should afflicted wights ofttimes despeere.

SPENSER'S FAERY QUEENE.

IN THREE VOLUMES,

VOL. II.

LONDON:

HENRY COLBURN, PUBLISHER,

GREAT MARLBOROUGH STREET.

1842.

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PRINTED BY WILLIAM WILCOCKSON, ROLLS BUILDINGS, FETTER LANE,

SCENES

IN

THE LIFE OF A PORTRAIT PAINTER.

SCENE I.

INDEED, my dear friend, you will destroy your health by this incessant labour," said Charles Dormer, a young barrister in the Temple, to Frederick Emmerson, an artist, as they sat in the studio of the latter. "You should take exercise, and be more in the open air than you are, or you will inevitably kill yourself."

"It is not the want of air or exercise that injures me, I assure you, Charles; it is the desire, the burning desire, to satisfy not only others, but myself. You know not what it is to work for hours, with a fair ideal in the ima

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