Some, you will mark, carry great quantities of it gracefully: some, with a stinted supply, present a decent appearance: very few, I imagine, will bear inspection, who are absolutely stripped of it.

All, save the shameless, are toiling to escape that trial.

My gentleman, treading the white highway across the solitary heaths, that swell far and wide to the moon, is, by the postillion, who has seen him, pronounced no sham.

Nor do I think the opinion of any man worthless, who has had the postillion's authority for speaking.

But it is, I am told, a finer test to embellish much gentleman-apparel, than to walk with dignity totally unadorned.