Lo! What light through yonder hallway breaks? ‘Tis the mirror — and not the East — that brings the dawn. In a frame of noble black, tall as a forest pine and arched like heaven’s gate, this looking glass doth stand — 23 inches wide, 65 inches proud. With panes like windows to thine own truth, it reflecteth not merely thy countenance, but thy very soul. Hang it upon thy chamber wall, or let it lean with quiet grace by the entryway; wheresoever it rests, beauty shall follow. A companion to mornings and confidante to nights, this mirror shows not only garments, but grandeur. For what is a mirror, if not a silent bard — reflecting all, judging none? Add it to thy home, and let style take its rightful throne.