I see the gallant and unselfish men, whom I have loved, and the snobs whom I have hated.

I see strangely mingling with them, and now and then blending with their forms, our old friends Dick Steele, Addison, and Congreve.

I observe, though, that these gentlemen have a habit of getting too much in the way.

The royal standard of Queen Anne, not in itself a beautiful ornament, is rather too prominent in the picture.

The long galleries of black oak, the formal furniture, the old portraits, are picturesque, but depressing.