To a milliner's apprentice a poet would no doubt be satisfying; to a woman of intelligence he would he an unutterable bore.

What the intellectual woman requires in man is not something to argue with, but something to look at.

To an empty-headed woman I can imagine the soldier type proving vapid and uninteresting; to the woman of mind he represents her ideal of man--a creature strong, handsome, well-dressed, and not too clever." "That gives us two votes for the army," remarked MacShaughnassy, as Brown tore his sister's letter in two, and threw the pieces into the waste-paper basket.

"What says the common-sensed girl ?" "First catch your common-sensed girl," muttered Jephson, a little grumpily, as it seemed to me.

"Where do you propose finding her ?" "Well," returned MacShaughnassy, "I looked to find her in Miss Medbury." As a rule, the mention of Miss Medbury's name brings a flush of joy to Jephson's face; but now his features wore an expression distinctly approaching a scowl.
"Oh!" he replied, "did you?
Well, then, the common-sensed girl loves the military also." "By Jove!" exclaimed MacShaughnassy, "what an extraordinary thing.