I have won him, and shall keep him ; for to his weak temper habit will be as fetters of iron. I have won him - but how? He remembered not the earnest and devoted love of the young heart, which was his, and his only. Even my beauty failed to influence his selfish carelessness : but he is mine by a more potent spell. Love may be given in vain,- beauty may be powerless ; but I have mastered by the deeper magic of flattery.