Everybody of the middle rank who walks through this life with a sympathy for his companions on the same journey--at any rate, every man who has been jostling in the world for some three or four lustres--must make no end of melancholy reflections upon the fate of those victims whom Society, that is, Snobbishness, is immolating every day.

With love and simplicity and natural kindness Snobbishness is perpetually at war.
People dare not be happy for fear of Snobs.

People dare not love for fear of Snobs.

People pine away lonely under the tyranny of Snobs.
Honest kindly hearts dry up and die.

Gallant generous lads, blooming with hearty youth, swell into bloated old-bachelorhood, and burst and tumble over.