The Descent Into the Inferno is another diversion, patronized by intense or quick-tempered pairs. [Illustration: “THE MAYDAY PLAISANCE IS A LARGE AMUSEMENT PARK”] The Well of Truth is an interesting feature. Looking down into its crystal-clear depths, Lovers learn the truth about each other. This often causes much merriment, or the reverse. (On the whole it is a dangerous pastime.) * * * * * Joy Rides are usually clandestine and secret. They often end disastrously, but this is part of the fun. Any vehicle may be used and any speed maintained. Oftenest it is a slow, merely moving crawl, but again it may be a break-neck dash. Joy Rides have been popular in Arcady for many centuries. Some have been immortalized in Song and Story. Robert Browning’s “Last Ride Together” is a stirring tale of a Joy Ride. See also “The Ride of Lochinvar” and “The Young Lady of Niger.” * * * * * Bands of Serenaders are often heard in the Mayday Plaisance. These are of troubadour effect and sing sad or tender love songs to the accompaniment of such instruments as lutes, guitars, bassoons, etc. The audience (in pairs) are ensconced in vine-hung balconies and thus enjoy the appropriate music. Dreamland is a part of the Mayday Plaisance, and here young lovers may indulge in fairest Day-dreams. Dream Interpreters are here, who are skilled in interpreting Love’s Young Dream. One may choose to have a Midsummer-Night’s Dream, or he may dream that he dwelt in Marble Halls, and, if waking is a pain, he may dream again. Or, if Love’s Dream is o’er, he may ask to have a change come o’er the spirit of his Dream. * * * * * Another diversion is the Illusion known as the Bridal Veil. This fools many. [Illustration: A SERENADER] THE OLD STORY Tonight I met Rose, So it’s all up with Polly. She bewitches the beaux, And tonight I met Rose; Now who would suppose _I’d_ be caught by such folly? But tonight I met Rose, So it’s all up with Polly. LANGUAGE For those who wish to derive the greatest possible pleasure from a visit to Arcady, some acquaintance with the Language of Love is indispensable. This can best be acquired by a careful study of poetry and romantic novels, and about four hours’ practise every day. (“The Lover’s Phrase Book” is a useful little treatise, as it gives four thousand terms of endearment, alphabetically arranged, and is small enough to be carried in the pocket, for ready reference, in case of love at first sight.) The Language of Love is largely composed of adjectives and expletives. Hyperbole and other flowery figures of speech abound. It is also peculiarly rich in idioms, most of which are generally unintelligible, being made up by those who use them. * * * * *