'We Bachelors in Clubs are very much obliged to you,' says my old school and college companion, Essex Temple, 'for the opinion which you hold of us.

You call us selfish, purple-faced, bloated, and other pretty names.
You state, in the simplest possible terms, that we shall go to the deuce.

You bid us rot in loneliness, and deny us all claims to honesty, conduct, decent Christian life.

Who are you, Mr.Snob, to judge us.

Who are you, with your infernal benevolent smirk and grin, that laugh at all our generation?
'I will tell you my case,' says Essex Temple; 'mine and my sister Polly's, and you may make what you like of it; and sneer at old maids, and bully old bachelors, if you will.
'I will whisper to you confidentially that my sister was engaged to Serjeant Shirker--a fellow whose talents one cannot deny, and be hanged to them, but whom I have always known to be mean, selfish, and a prig.
However, women don't see these faults in the men whom Love throws in their way.