(This will do for Sunday. Irony for Sunday. Fun for Friday à propos of irony. Who ought to have been the best writer of irony? Steele.)
Eighthly.—In a woman's youth, coquetry is natural. It is the expression of amiable indecision. At thirty, it is a science.
(Somehow I think, I've slid away from Sunday literature.)
Ninthly.—A pretty woman well “made up” is an angel . . . with false wings.
(The mention of an angel, is something nearer to Sunday.)
Tenthly.—'Tis curious that when the Jews finish, the Christians begin. Their Sabbath is the last day of the week, our Sunday is the first.
(This is more like what I wanted. Only in the last three instances, there has been no moral.)
À propos of a moral.
Eleventhly.—A moral in a fable is like the hook in the bait.
Moral.—Take the bait . . . and leave the hook.