Travel improves the mind wonderfully , and does away with all one 's prejudices . '' `` The King 's garden is not the world , you foolish squib , '' said a big Roman Candle ; `` the world is an enormous place , and it would take you three days to see it thoroughly . '' `` Any place you love is the world to you , '' exclaimed a pensive Catherine Wheel , who had been attached to an old deal box in early life , and prided herself on her broken heart ; `` but love is not fashionable any more , the poets have killed it . They wrote so much about it that nobody believed them , and I am not surprised . True love suffers , and is silent . I remember myself once -- But it is no matter now . Romance is a thing of the past . '' `` Nonsense ! '' said the Roman Candle , `` Romance never dies . It is like the moon , and lives for ever . The bride and bridegroom , for instance , love each other very dearly . I heard all about them this morning from a brown-paper cartridge , who happened to be staying in the same drawer as myself , and knew the latest Court news . '' But the Catherine Wheel shook her head . `` Romance is dead , Romance is dead , Romance is dead , '' she murmured . She was one of those people who think that , if you say the same thing over and over a great many times , it becomes true in the end . Suddenly , a sharp , dry cough was heard , and they all looked round . It came from a tall , supercilious-looking Rocket , who was tied to the end of a long stick . He always coughed before he made any observation , so as to attract attention . `` Ahem ! ahem ! ''
he said , and everybody listened except the poor Catherine XXXXX , who was still shaking her head , and murmuring , `` Romance is dead . ''
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