Difficulty of living up to the Poster.

Poor Angelina must feel dissatisfied with the Edwin of real life.  I am not sure that art and fiction have not made life more difficult for us than even it was intended to be.  The view from the mountain top is less extensive than represented by the picture postcard.  The play, I fear me, does not always come up to the poster.  Polly Perkins is pretty enough as girls go; but oh for the young lady of the grocer’s almanack!  Poor dear John is very nice and loves us—so he tells us, in his stupid, halting way; but how can we respond when we remember how the man loved in the play!  The “artist has fashioned his dream of delight,” and the workaday world by comparison seems tame to us.