 and surfeited him with sweet respect and
submission, until he grew weary of the slaves who waited upon him, and their
caresses and cajoleries excited him no more. Abroad, he was brisk and lively,
and eager and impassioned enough - most men are, so constituted and so nurtured.
- Does this, like the former sentence, run a chance of being misinterpreted, and
does any one dare to suppose that the writer would incite the women to revolt?
Never, by the whiskers of the Prophet, again he says. He wears a beard, and he
likes his women to be slaves. What man doesn't? What man would be henpecked, I
say? We will cut off all the heads in Christendom or Turkeydom rather than that.
    Well, then, Arthur, being so languid, and indifferent, and careless about
the favours bestowed upon him, how came it that Laura should have such a love
and rapturous regard for him, that a mere inadequate expression of it should
have kept the girl talking all the way from Fairoaks to London, as she and Helen
travelled in the post-chaise? As soon as Helen had finished one story about the
dear fellow, and narrated with a hundred sobs and ejaculations, and looks up to
heaven, some thrilling incidents which occurred about the period when the hero
was breeched, Laura began another equally interesting, and equally ornamented
with tears, and told how heroically he had a tooth out, or wouldn't have it out,
or how daringly he robbed a bird's nest, or how magnanimously he spared it; or
how he gave a shilling to the old woman on the common, or went without his bread
and butter for the beggar-boy who came into the yard - and so on. One to another
the sobbing women sang laments upon their hero, who, my worthy reader has long
since perceived, is no more a hero than either one of us. Being as he was, why
should a sensible girl be so fond of him?
    This point has been argued before in a previous unfortunate sentence (which
lately drew down all the wrath of Ireland upon the writer's head), and which
said that the greatest rascal cut-throats have had somebody to be fond of them;
and if those monsters, why not ordinary mortals? And with whom shall a young
lady fall in love but with the person she sees? She is not supposed to lose her
heart in a dream, like a Princess in the »Arabian Nights;« or to plight her
young affections to the portrait of a gentleman in
