Angelage

Tell me of Angelage, Gabriel. O'er will of mortals we do not preside;

But I was not given to angelage, nor philanthropy, nor sociability that day; and not being well enough acquainted with the confidence game to play it successfully, I asked the burning doctor of divinity to please excuse me , and I walked off to the car and transplanted myself into a seat in the extreme corner, with a whole army of misanthropic ideas prancing within my fastidious brain […]

Between 1887 and 1907, Mary Hayes Chynoweth, The True Life […] beautiful habilaments and external elegance and stately demeanor are not the indubitable or essential concomitants of angelage […]

To him Arthur became the human soul seeking perfection, his castle the symbol of man's slow climb from savagery to angelage.