Then, when all is settled, the social style with which he asks you to take a "cutlet" with him at the "Clarendon," not to go home--are only to be equalled by the admirable tact on the ground--the studiously elegant salute to the adverse party, half a la Napoleon, and half Beau Brummell -- the politely offered snuff-box--the coquetting raillery about 10 paces or 12--are certainly the beau ideal of the stoicism which preludes sending your friend out of the world like a gentleman.
How very often is the face of external nature at variance with the thoughts and actions--"the sayings and doings" we may be most intent upon at the moment.

How many a gay and brilliant bridal party has wended its way to St.George's, Hanover-square, amid a downpour of rain, one would suppose sufficient to quench the torch of Hymen, though it burned as brightly as Capt.

Drummond's oxygen light; and on the other hand, how frequently are the bluest azure of heaven and the most balmy airs shed upon the heart bursting with affliction, or the head bowed with grief; and without any desire to impugn, as a much high authority has done, the moral character of the moon, how many a scene of blood and rapine has its mild radiance illumined.

Such reflections as these came thronging to my mind, as on the afternoon of Tuesday I neared the little village of our rendezvous.
The scene which in all its peaceful beauty lay before me, was truly a bitter contrast to the occasion that led me thither.

I stood upon a little peninsula which separates the Shannon from the wide Atlantic.