The chaplain bites his lips in the presence of the archbishop.

The midshipman yawns at the table of the First Lord.

Yet, from whatever cause, this practice, the pest of conversation, gives to writing a zest which nothing else can impart.
Rousseau made the boldest experiment of this kind; and it fully succeeded.

In our own time Lord Byron, by a series of attempts of the same nature, made himself the object of general interest and admiration.
Wordsworth wrote with egotism more intense, but less obvious; and he has been rewarded with a sect of worshippers, comparatively small in number, but far more enthusiastic in their devotion.

It is needless to multiply instances.