... into the wild simplicity of nature. Not here! cried old Walter Gascoigne. Here, long ago, other mortals built their Temple of Happiness. Seek another site for yours! What! exclaimed Lilias Fay , have any ever planned such a Temple, save ourselves? Poor child! said her gloomy kinsman, in one shape or other, every mortal has dreamed your dream. Then he told the lovers, how-not, i...