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"This is a wine," observed the Count, "the secret ofwhich has

been kept in our family for centuries upon centuries; nor would it avail

any man to steal the secret, unless he could also steal the vineyard, in

which alone the Monte Beni grape can be produced There is little else

left me, save that patch of vines Taste some of their juice, and tell

me whether it is worthy to be called Sunshine! for that is its nalorious name, too!" cried the sculptor "Taste it," said Donatello,

filling his friend's glass, and pouring likewise a little into his own

"But first srance; for the wine is very lavish of it, and

will scatter it all abroad"

"Ah, how exquisite!" said Kenyon "No other wine has a bouquet like

this The flavor rance, which is like the airy sweetness of youthful hopes, that no

realities will ever satisfy!"

This invaluable liquor was of a pale golden hue, like other of the

rarest Italian wines, and, if carelessly and irreligiously quaffed,

ne It was not,

however, an effervescing wine, although its delicate piquancy produced

a soed

to sip again; but the wine demanded so deliberate a pause, in order to

detect the hidden peculiarities and subtile exquisiteness of its flavor,

that to drink it was really more a moral than a physical enjoyment