A most admirable creature, Mr.Beamish, a real divinity! And the better known, the more adored.

There is the misfortune.

At my season of life, when the greater and the minor organs are in a conspiracy to tell me I am mortal, the passion of love must be welcomed as a calamity, though one would not be free of it for the renewal of youth.

You are to understand, that with a little awakening taste for dissipation, she is the most innocent of angels.

Hitherto we have lived...