Lovers of pleasure and men of fashion bow and cringe to such, and approach hat in hand.

One of our new-fledged millionaires gave a ball in his stable.

The invited came with tokens of delight.

The host, a few years ago, was a ticket-taker at one of our ferries, and would have thankfully blacked the boots or done any menial service for the people who clamour for the honour of his hand.

At the gate of Central Park, every day splendid coaches may be seen, in which sit large, fat, coarse women, who carry with them the marks of the wash-tub." That was the kind of hot shot that the rural districts wanted from those they sent to look into the iniquities of the Metropolis.