knew any good come of your young wife, and legal espousals, to any but your "sober-blooded boy" who "eats fish" and drinketh "no sack."

[5]

Had he not the whole opera? all Paris? all France? But a mistress is just as perplexing—that is,

one

—two or more are manageable by division.

I have begun, or had begun, a song, and flung it into the fire.

[It]

was in remembrance of Mary Duff

[6]

, my first of flames, before most people begin to burn. I wonder what the devil is the matter with me! I can do nothing, and—fortunately there is nothing to do. It