The Major rushed off to London and thence to Cheltenham, from which Watering-place he descended upon some neighbouring great houses, whereof the families were not gone abroad, and where good shooting and company was to be had.
A quarter of the space which custom has awarded to works styled the Serial Nature, has been assigned to the account of one passage in Pen's career, and it is manifest that the whole of his adventures cannot be treated at a similar length, unless some descendant of the chronicler of Pen's history should take up the pen at his decease, and continue the narrative for the successors of the present generation of readers.

We are not about to go through the young fellow's academical career with, by any means, a similar minuteness.

Alas, the life of such boys does not bear telling altogether.

I wish it did.

I ask you, does yours?
As long as what we call our honour is clear, I suppose your mind is pretty easy.
Women are pure, but not men.