It would give me a faint relief, indeed, to find that there were some matron of exalteder rank than mine to save me from my probable fate of bowling dark sayings at our old host, General Parker, from the season of clear soup to that of peaches and nuts.

I dress quickly.

The toilet is never to me a work of art.

It is not that from my lofty moral stand-point I look down upon meretricious aids to faulty Nature.

If I thought that it would set me on a fairer standing with Mrs.Zephine, I would paint my cheeks an inch thick; would prune my eyebrows; daub my eyes, and make my hair yellower than any buttercups in the meadow; but I know that it would be of no avail.